Live, Laugh, Loathe

Chapter 30: Drew

For the first time in months, I wake before Damon.

Usually, he's up before me making breakfast or running on the treadmill in the study. Occasionally, on weekends I'll wake and find him in bed with me reading.

So, it's rare that I get to watch him sleep. He's still on his back, one arm slung over his head, the other still holding me. He's snoring softly, and I briefly wonder if he normally sleeps on his back or if it's because I use him like a body pillow. He has never complained, but I doubt he would. He gives and gives and never asks for anything in return.

To think I ever thought of him as some heartless, callous person. The reality is that he is a giant teddy bear with a big wall protecting him. If we hadn't made this baby together, I'd probably still be scaling that wall.

Since I have this rare opportunity, I ease out of bed as quietly and gently as possible, trying desperately not to wake him. Once I'm free of the bed, I head to the kitchen and get my first look at the lake. It's early enough that mist still hangs over the water, the fall colors on leaves popping in the early morning light. There's a fishing boat drifting, with two figures casting their lines. It's so peaceful, I never want to leave.

Before I can get even more emotional, I focus on making breakfast because, of course, Damon thought to have the fridge stocked before we arrived. It takes me a minute to find everything, but eventually, I have the coffee brewing, the bacon sizzling, and I'm whisking the eggs. I can't remember the last time I cooked breakfast for us. It's nice.

Don't get me wrong, waking up to Damon cooking most mornings is wonderful, and I appreciate the hell out of him. But this morning, it's nice to be the one doing it for a change. He organized this whole trip; taking the small burden of making breakfast off his shoulders is the easiest thing I can do.

While I cook, the sun rises high enough to burn off the mist and cast the lake in bright light. I'm pulling the bacon off the heat when Damon walks in, rubbing his stomach.

"Good morning." He walks up behind me, gently wrapping his arms around my body, pressing a kiss to my temple. I lean into him, relishing the feeling of his arms holding me securely.

"Good morning, coffee is in the pot. Breakfast is almost ready." He drops another kiss on my shoulder before helping himself to coffee and cream.

"Smells good. Thank you for making breakfast. I think I really needed to sleep in. I can't even remember the last time I slept this long." He pulls down plates and fills small bowls with the fruit I cut up.

"I'm not sure my bacon will be as good as yours, but I'm glad you got to sleep in." I plate our eggs and bacon and kiss him briefly before sitting down to eat. Together, we watch as the fishing boat gently makes its way across the lake, occasionally catching and releasing fish. After the false labor scare earlier this week, getting away from the city was exactly what we needed.

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"Yes, yes, yes!"

I'm holding on to the headboard for dear life as I ride Damon's face. The man's enthusiasm for being smothered by my various body parts is a little concerning. But right now, I couldn't care less because his mouth feels like magic.

"Don't stop. I'm so close." I'd be embarrassed by the whine in my voice if I didn't think Damon loved it. He shifts, so his mouth is on my clit, sucking hard, while two fingers dive in and rub my G-spot. Within seconds, I'm coming, feeling my orgasm from my toes to the top of my head.

I keep rocking against his face for a few long moments, drawing out the ecstasy his talented mouth provides. He doesn't stop sucking and licking until I've physically removed myself from his face. His beard is soaked, his eyes are glazed, and he's grinning like he just had the best five minutes of his life.