“So, I’m sure you can imagine then, that if the one man I spared, a close friend of mine, were to prove himself to be such a gossip, I would have to be downright nasty about his punishment.” You lick your lips, looming over your lover and allow a single strand of drool to drip onto his chest; “After all, how often does any girl wake up hungry and then pass up the chance at breakfast in bed?”
“Elle! I won’t tell a soul! I swear!” Marc stammers, hands lifting to gently ease you aside. You let him. You’ve made your point. Marc never takes his eyes off you as his chest heaves with the effort of him regaining his breath. “Shit…Elle…I really thought you were going to eat me.”
“I thought about it. I really am very hungry. And you’re delicious. You should get going soon. Before Lys wakes up. You won’t make it out of here if you aren’t out the door before she goes down for coffee and breakfast.” You notice his stare has dropped to your chest again. Cupping your breast in one hand as you lay beside him you hefted your tit, squeezed it and let the soft flesh spill into the gaps in your fingers as your thumb traced circles over the areola, your eyes never leaving Marc’s face as you added “Unless you want to stay for brunch. I could keep you entertained until then.”
“Is there any chance I’ll survive brunch?” Marc asks, clearly struggling to lift his eyes to meet yours, and broadening your smirk by several degrees.
“No.”
