My Rib

Chapter Ten - To the Future

Shawn groaned as he reached over to turn the blaring alarm coming from his phone off. Even though it was his day off he didn't want to sleep too long and miss out on having a productive day. He looked over to where Beyoncé lay still in a deep sleep, not phased by the loud noise. She'd been working 13-hour shifts for the last three days and needed the rest. He figured the least he could do was let her sleep in and start on some breakfast for her. Standing to his feet, he shook out the slight cramp in his leg and went to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth.

Flipping on the light switch in the kitchen, he made his way to the refrigerator and pulled out all the ingredients to make waffles, eggs, bacon, and some mixed fruit. Fortunately, he had become very accustomed to whipping up breakfast because it was Beyoncé's favorite type of food as of late. Because her routine was all out of whack due to her new work schedule, she always found herself awake at odd times and it just always seemed like it was time for breakfast. Shawn thought it was cute and had no problem satisfying her new craving.  He finished in no time and made Beyoncé a plate and poured her a glass of orange juice, no pulp, before placing it on a tray and making his way to their bedroom.

As he nudged the door open with his elbow, he peeked in to see her still fast asleep. He sighed not wanting to wake her up, but knowing he had to before she slept the day away. He placed the tray down on the bedside table and made his way to sit down next to her. Brushing her hair out of her face softly, he leaned down to place a few kisses on her cheek and down her neck. As he inhaled her scent, he felt her begin to stir.

"Mmmm," she moaned before slowly opening her eyes.

"Good morning baby," he said before lightly laying on her to hug her.

Beyoncé wrapped her arms around him and began to rub his back as she kept her eyes closed.

"We gotta get up," he murmured into her neck.

Beyoncé got chills at the feeling of his deep voice on her skin.

"Five more minutes," she groaned.

"I gave you extra time. I made breakfast," he said.

At the mention of food, she peeped her eyes open and leaned forward slightly to see the tray on the bedside table.

"Waffles?"

"Mmmhm," he said as he began to kiss her neck again.

"And eggs?"

"Of course," he mumbled.

"And fruit," she whispered.

"All your favorites," he muttered as he leaned up in order to slowly lift his large t-shirt that she had since claimed as her own. He had no intention of starting anything because he knew she'd be hungry, but just being near her made him hungry for something else.

Beyoncé bit her lip as she watched him.

"Let me up then so I can eat," she said.

Shawn stared at her with a mixture of both love and lust as he felt his manhood start to harden at the sight of her full, pouty lips staring back at him.

"I'd rather eat first," he said.

"Baby," she groaned, "I'm hungry."

"I am too," he said as he gazed his eyes over her bare chest he had revealed to himself. He couldn't help himself as he leaned down to take her left breast into his mouth. The feeling of him sucking and swirling his tongue around her nipple caused her back to arch slightly off of the bed.

"Oh my gosh," she moaned.

"Can I eat first?" He mumbled against her chest as one of his hands slowly made its way to the brim of the lace panties she was wearing.