11
Winter
“The eggs!” I pulled from Quentin’s delightful strokes. The man had way too much control over my body. With a simple touch, I became starved for more. There was no controlling my absolute desire to keep going, to return to the bedroom and let him do so much more. When his teeth scraped my skin, it was a tease. I wanted so much more, but didn’t understand why. I had never liked the idea of such rough play in the bedroom before. But for him to bite me? A warmth filled me from head to toe just thinking about it.
The eggs had burnt to a crisp and couldn’t be saved. We decided to make batter for pancakes. It was sweet that he had tried to make breakfast for me, but he had no idea what he was doing in the kitchen. It was endearing to watch him try though.
When I whisked the batter,
