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For the past six days, before the sun is up, she’s snuck out of bed – or at least she thinks she’s sneaking – gone to the kitchen, made me a cup of regular coffee – no butter but a dollop of her homemade whip cream – and brought it to me.
Here.
She places it on the bedside table.
Kisses my cheek.
Uses her nose to nuzzle mine like I’m not already wide awake and whispers good morning.
It’s her way of trying to take care of me.
And it doesn’t stop there.
She makes sure to have me a post run smoothie blended and ready to be drunk the second I walk through the door.
She orders me the next book in a series I’m reading when there’s about four chapters left so that I can just continue on when I’m ready.
She even massages silicone gel on old scars in an attempt to help them fade.
Not because she hates the marks, but because she wants me to know she respects them.
Where they came from.
What caused them.
How I put my life on the line again and again.
It’s a wordless act of appreciation.
Arlette Carmichael is more than any one man deserves to have in his life.
Which is all the more reason to do whatever it takes to be the one that gets to keep her.
Rather than wait for her to finish her trek over to me, I prematurely open my eyes and tease, “Pretty sure your mornin’ stompin’ is why my downstairs neighbors think I’m housin’ a sanctuary for squirrels.”
Arley’s jaw hits the ground at the same time she pauses so that her coffee free hand can plop onto her hip. “Excuse me?!”
“You’ve got squirrel feet, Angel Cake.” Warm laughs leave me as I drag myself up to a sitting position. “Question is, are the stomps to warn off others from comin’ near our territory or to tell others I’m a taken man?”
“Well, taken man, you just talked yourself out of a morning blowjob.” She sassily announces and resumes her stroll over to me.
More chuckles leave us both, yet the instant she slightly leans forward to put the mug down I smoothly angle myself to the side to capture her lips. Sweet hums are swiftly met by my mouth eagerly looking to devour the sound, fueled by it much more than the dark brew that’s waiting for me in the cup. One simple tug of my old t-shirt she slept in prompts Arley to crawl into my lap, and once she’s there, my arms circle her figure while my tongue does the same around hers. Around and around and around it languorously rolls, luring the love of my life into widening her thighs. Hooking her arms around my neck. Lightly rocking against my rising cock that’s being covered by just the sheet.
Before her I never slept naked.
It’s not a wise tactical decision.
It adds a multitude of unnecessary steps to a potentially dangerous situation.
Having to find and/or put on some sort of bottoms is just one more step that could make the difference between getting the upper hand or being overpowered.
It’s theoppositeof always being prepared.
However, sleeping in nothing but my birthday suit is the best way to be prepared for a midnight sixty-nine scenario.
Which unlike a breaking and entering situationhashappened.
Twice.
