Turning The Page

Twelve

"What do you mean?" I can't help but blink at our waiter as he smiles at us all too knowingly, his eyes tracking my hand as it rubs my sweet Princess's back, Adrian's face hidden in my shoulder just as it has been since he finished eating his french toast complete with extra whipped cream... It seems as though even if we don't actually carry through with making love my tender Bean still needs extra cuddles and affection after being as intimate as we just were in the bathroom... And for every ounce of affection I pour into him, my Bean gives me love right back whining into my ear just how attached he feels right now... How he wishes he could sit in my lap while we drive...An idea that if it wasn't dangerous I would be absolutely down for.

His whispers of how much he loves me and he is currently adoring the feel of his plug meant only for my ears as he tries to explain just how much relief the expandable knot is offering at the moment... His heat nudging ever closer and causing butterflies to swarm inside of us both...He seems to be needing to be filled more and more lately, even if it's just a plug, he craves the fullness and feels restless going without feeling something inside of him for more than a couple hours at a time...I had wanted to start it off small this morning and start by expanding the plug partially by twisting its base only halfway, but my Baby had insisted that he feels better with the toy fully expanded inside of him, the knot it offers smaller than mine but enough to keep him at least somewhat steady... A craving I think our cheeky waiter might understand as he smiles even wider.

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Adrian

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"Like I said, it's on the house! As is this coffee, Sirs. Everyone here at Mama D's hopes the two of you have the happiest honeymoon! Safe travels!" I lift my face up just in time to see our cheerful waiter wink at me one more time as he sets down a coffee that is much bigger than expected before walking away from us with a smile that warms my heart almost as much as Daddy's smile when he checks on me and makes sure thatI'm ready to finally get back in the car... His expression when I meet his eyes seems strange, and as he stands us up I'm gifted a brief peek into his head... And I get to see that my sweet sweet Silas seems to be floating on some clouds of his own as his hand finds its way into mine, his other hand grabbing my coffee for me before snagging a sweet kiss and easing me back down into my own mind... 

Where I can focus on what the waiter actually said, my belly tied into the best kind of knots when I finally feel Daddy's hand doing its best to grope me while he helps me up into the cab of the truck, the words, "So you told him we're on our honeymoon... And what? That we've got a quickie planned for every stop?"

In a way, it kind of feels like that... Sure there were activities and meetings that have been organized for the conference, but we'll have the evenings completely free to spend with each other either exploring the resort and all that Florida has to offer... If I'm ever able to let Daddy out of the bedroom long enough to actually go looking for fun.

It's not often that I'm able to make Silas blush with just a few thoughts and a couple spoke words, but somehow as his cheeks fill with color it seems only just that he should feel just as flustered over the idea as I do. 

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Silas

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"No! I would never broadcast our private business like that, Princess... Just... When he assumed we were on our honeymoon and I didn't correct him... He warned me that the wall was sturdier to make love against than the bathroom stall itself." I hurry to buckle my sweet Buttercup in, his coffee getting tucked into the cupholder closest to him before I lean in to give my Bean a tender peck on the lips only to find his arms jumping up around my shoulders to anchor me to his seatbelted body... The kiss he draws me in for before letting me escape to the other side of the truck one that nearly makes me want to pull him out of the truck altogether and go back and figure out just how sturdy that wall really is. 

I have to take a moment and rest my forehead against the most beautiful gift this world has ever given me, my sweet Adrian, before I'm able to collect myself enough to pull away after a much quicker kiss to soothe the hackles that raise on my sweet Princess when I back away from him just enough to close the door, my feet carrying me as fast as they can to the other side of the truck so I can hop in and immediately pull my Addy-Baby's hand into my own so I can give him a squeeze that lets him know that I acknowledge the discomfort he feels every time I have to pull myself away from him... His hand holding on to mine for just a few moments while he accepts the comfort before surrendering it back to me so I can start the truck and ready myself mentally for covering the next segment of road we're about to put between us and home.

"So- You wouldn't want to accidentally-on-purpose call someone while we're doing it to get off? Like you aren't into that kind of exhibitionism?" Adrian giggles at the way he nearly makes me back right into an SUV as we pull out of the parking space we had been able to find near the front entrance of the diner that honestly might go down in the history of my mind as the spot of maybe what might be the hottest blow job my sweet Angel has given me yet, the smell of my release still greeting my nose every time I inhale... The look that had been on his face when he licked his lips cleaned and smiled at me making it so very hard to focus on pulling onto the street...

"Of course not! When I said messing around outside of home I-" I almost tell him that I literally had meant outside as in the backyard and the woods surrounding the house... But if I do that now after both of us getting off in a public bathroom and enjoying it I decide to leave it well enough alone, my Angel's thoughts already geared towards wondering if he should trying and give me road head before we have make the next stop to keep his people-ing promise or if it would be hotter to wait until we find another bathroom again... If he actually likes it there's no way I'm going to make him self-conscious about the misunderstanding, "Phone tag isn't something I'm interested in, BabyCakes."