Eat Me

Eat Me

I moan and roll over. Saturdays are for sleeping in, not for being woken up by a restless partner.

“Babe, go back to sleep,” I mumble.

His hand slides down my waist, basking in the feeling of my silky skin, like always. He can identify me based on my skin and scent alone, and he loves it.

“I’m hungry baby,” he sleepily whines.

“Go eat then. I’m not ready to wake up,” I protest as I scoot back into the crook of his body.

As much as he loves the feel and smell of me, I love his warmth in the morning. He nuzzles his nose into my hair.

“It’s not that kind of hunger,” he whispers.

His breath brushes my ear, and his hand slides lower. The thing warming me now is more than the nearness of his body.

“Just go back to sleep,” he says as his body shifts, sliding down my body and under the covers.

It is still dark in the room. Our blinds are open, but the sun hasn’t fully risen. His long body crawls over my legs, forcing me onto my back.

Still groggy with sleep, I do not protest. Instead, I drift in and out of consciousness while my man spreads my thighs.

The warmth of his hands glides across my skin as they memorize the curves of my thighs and hips for the thousandth time. He takes his time, letting me sleep as his soft touch lulls me into a deep state of relaxation.

“Mmm!” A deep sound of primal appreciation rumbles in his chest, and I feel it in my core.

“Baby,” I say softly and affectionately.

“Yes, baby,” he responds, kissing my inner thigh.

His lips press against the sensitive skin closest to my underwear. They continue to trail up the edge of my panties, pressing soft, subtle, tender kisses. He takes his time teasing me. My mind has yet to process the day’s events, solely focused on the sensation of his lips on my body.

I zone in on the tingling energy that appears to come directly from his lips. Everywhere his lips touch, my body tingles. And they seem to be touching everywhere—everywhere but the one part of my body that clenches after I feel the tingles.

“Baby,” I whine.

He torments me, making me wiggle and whimper as he kisses his way around my panty line.

“Yes, baby,” he says again, clearly enjoying himself.

“I thought you were hungry,” I say, the sleepiness finally evaporating as my desire increases.