I had just finished making waffles when I heard a creak. Catherine was coming down the stairs, slowly, her knuckles white from clenching the railing. When we locked gaze, she became more sluggish, biting her bottom lip.
Stubborn.
"You should be in bed."
"You weren’t there..." She replied as if it were the obvious reason she crawled out of bed.
I felt my heart dance at the thought.
"I was making you breakfast," I said, dropping the plate on the table.
"It’s five in the morning."
"What better time to feed you? When everyone’s asleep."
Her lips stretched in a smile, and it wasn’t innocent, the kind that was like she was gonna leap at me and devour me, and I mirrored her expression because that was what I had in mind, too.
My cock still pulsed from the sensation of being buried inside her all night.
"Come here..." I sucked the sweetness off my thumb as Catherine complied without hesitation.
She was good at concealing pain, or I wonder if it was my gaze that gave her the strength to withstand it. The thought of bending her over this table and giving her a good morning fuck weighed on my mind.
"Good morning..." she murmured.
I pressed my fingers beneath her chin and tilted so that I could kiss her so softly.
"Morning..."
She went on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around me as she pressed her lips on mine again. The spark at the contact as our flesh was unreal. It had a way of bringing shivers to my body.
I welcomed how she took her time to taste me, like she was trying to memorize every inch of my mouth.
I cocooned her bottom lip, sucking against it, and right after, she followed suit, tongue rolling into mine with unhurried eagerness.
The fine hairs at the back of my neck stood as her fingers brushed that spot, playing with my strands like she couldn’t get enough of them.
My hand moved from her waist, driving lower as I sank into her cami to cup her tits.
Catherine flinched away. "Honey! N-Not here someone might see...!"
"Then you shouldn’t have kissed me..." I pulled her closer. "Or call me honey."
She moaned when I squeezed, but she braced her hands on my chest to push off with all her might.
"It may be five in the morning, but Gramps is gonna be up any time. He’s been cleaning that rifle of his, and that thing is spotless."
I made a thought expression. "I shouldn’t be here. I have to be out before he wakes."
Catherine raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
"Nothing just..." she trailed. "That’s sweet of you."
I tilted my head. "Sweet?"
"Imagine that. The devil is sweet and considerate." She pecked my lips before taking a piece of waffle.
I pulled out the chair and sat, hauling her to sit on my lap. Catherine hissed in pain.
"How sweet..." This time, there was sarcasm in her tone.

I wanted to recreate that image, again.
Catherine’s lips brushed my chin to my neck as she trailed kisses, her tongue licking my skin. She moaned, and I went still as a heaviness took over me. Bliss. Pure fucking bliss at the sensations of her showering me with kisses and licking.
I wish I hadn’t worn a shirt.

Why does it feel so good?
"How was it?" she asked softly, hand moving away, and I wanted to bring it right back.
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