I had just finished making waffles when I heard a creak. Catherine was coming down the stairs, slowly, her knuckles white from clenching the railing. When we locked gaze, she became more sluggish, biting her bottom lip.
Stubborn.
"You should be in bed."
"You weren't there..." She replied as if it were the obvious reason she crawled out of bed.
I felt my heart dance at the thought.
"I was making you breakfast," I said, dropping the plate on the table.
"It's five in the morning."
"What better time to feed you? When everyone's asleep."
Her lips stretched in a smile, and it wasn't innocent, the kind that was like she was gonna leap at me and devour me, and I mirrored her expression because that was what I had in mind, too.
My cock still pulsed from the sensation of being buried inside her all night.
"Come here..." I sucked the sweetness off my thumb as Catherine complied without hesitation.
