His Love For Me [MINOR Editing]

Chapter 2

Chapter 2-

JASMINE:

I awoke the next morning to the smell of breakfast being made, and my mouth immediately began to water. I sat up wearily off the bed, covering my upper body with the thick plush blanket, then looked left to see that I was the only one in bed. Squinting from the morning rays of the sun, I glanced at the clock right beside me, which read 8:05 AM. Since it was quite early before Ken went to work, I figured he was the one downstairs making breakfast. 

I slowly got off of the bed, then went beside the dresser to put on Ken's overly sized muscle shirt. The immediate smell of bacon, eggs, and pancakes, flared inside of my nose, and I couldn't wait to see what was in stored downstairs.

I walked towards the bathroom, then grabbed my toothbrush, along with the toothpaste, and turned on the cold water, then began brushing my teeth. While I began scrubbing, I looked upon the mirror and noticed a black hickey engraved on the side of my neck. I gave the mark a little touch, but winced at the pain that came along with it. I guess Ken's ways of having sex was a little too aggressive, but I couldn't complain. I loved it when he satisfied me.

After I spurted out my last gulp of toothpaste saliva, I gave my face a quick wash, then dried and lotioned it. Once I had gotten through with that, I then made my way down the stairs where the strong smell of food had started to overpower me. I could feel my stomach rumbling, and I couldn't wait to eat what Ken had cooked.

As I got closer to the end of the stairs, my mouth began to water. Stacks of chocolate flavored pancakes, waffles, crispy bacon, and beautifully done eggs stood still at the middle of the long white Aztec dining table, and I almost felt the urge to faint. I knew Ken was a good cook, but it was rare that he cooked for me, and now that he was for some reason, I was going take it as an advantage. 

I slowly walked around the edge of the table, picking up every little piece of the food, and savored each taste. Ken really did have a talent with cooking, and it was a surprise he didn't go to culinary school.

"Good morning, sweetheart."

I turned around to find Ken in nothing but his black and grey pajama pants hanging dangerously low from his waist. His v-line was showing perfectly clear, and it took my all not to grab him by the ass, and have my way with him. 

Ken grunted, and the lust filled daze I had on was quickly replaced with a loving smile. "Good morning, baby," I said, walking closely towards him, and planted a quick kiss on his cheek, "Glad to see you cooked breakfast."

He chuckled, tightly holding my waist in the process. "Well, I've got to make sure my girl is pleased in every way. How was your sleep?"

I smiled, then gladly placed my two hands across his shoulders, and said, "It was good; I did have some trouble sleeping from the soars from last night, but I think I'll manage. How about you?"