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He kissed me awake – drawing me from a deep slumber filled with wild dreams of denial and punishment and over-stimulation. As my mind shifted back to the real world, I recalled the activities of the last few days and my body ached delightfully from everything I had been through.
Another kiss landed on my lips. “I brought you breakfast in bed, Sleepy Head.”
A wave of adoration rose inside me. “Thank you, Sir.”
He handed me a cold glass and I sipped the freshly squeezed apple juice, enjoying the tartness on my tongue. Then I lay back down, relaxing my aching muscles.
“We need to wait a moment for the coffee to cool,” he commented. “But maybe while we wait…”
He reached across to the platter of fruit and selected some sliced strawberries. He placed one just below my throat, one between my breasts, two on my stomach and one just above my pussy.
“I think this might be a good way to occupy ourselves while the coffee cools…”
He brought his mouth to my neck and started to kiss my skin and nibble the strawberry. I giggled softly at the delicious sensations. Slowly he worked his way down my body, until his mouth found its way past the last strawberry and on to other delicacies. It was just the start of a day of incredible pleasure and enjoyment of each other.
I even managed to refrain from being brattish!