What's cooking?
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"Hmmm," Gina muttered as Caleb's honeyed finger grazed her lips. She gently opened her mouth, and with a slow wick of her tongue, she licked the honey away. The warm honey delighted her senses and woke her up. As the warm liquid hit her throat, she thought about how great her life was and how much she enjoyed Caleb setting the tone for her day. Caleb was her safe space. Their morning routine never grew old or stale, and she relished waking up to this royal treatment every day.
As she relished her queenly treatment, she returned to reality, to Caleb's small talk and his rocking hard body. Caleb was shirtless and only in his skimpy tight underwear, and Gina's head spun as it did every morning when he greeted her like that.
"What a waste of a man," she thought—"well, a waste for me." She chuckled out loud, meeting her husband's dark eyes and perfect smile.
"I found a new supplier for royal jelly," he said. His mouth curved into a smile that showed his eagerness for Gina's approval. As usual, Gina missed the cue and smiled absentmindedly.
Caleb did not miss that Gina had slipped back into her world as they stood in their warm and inviting kitchen. He knew that Gina's world revolved around herself — her work, family and little hobbies. This allowed him to look her over. This morning, she was dressed in a sharp baby-blue pantsuit. Though she was thoroughly covered, she oozed s*x appeal, and he had to turn away from her so that his bulging male organ would be hidden. On second thought, he quickly grabbed his "Lick the Chef" apron and put it on.
He continued to whip the honey and royal jelly for their first meal of the day. Royal jelly is one of those superfoods that no one understood, but Caleb had heard of its benefits for a vibrant s*x drive and fertility, and he wanted to ensure that he and his wife would have only the best. Only God knows why, though, as in the three years of marriage, Caleb and Gina had only had s*x once, and that was their whirlwind wedding night. But they were happy, and though they contributed differently to the union, each felt like the other was their equal. They were best friends, married best friends.
"What's cooking?" Gina asked, half-distracted as usual. Her single-in-the-moment thought was wondering how she could ask Caleb when he would be on the menu.
Caleb looked at her playfully as he responded, "The usual for you, honey - your toast and coffee are ready, while I will be having some sausage and eggs."
That response made Gina smile. She was so happy that Caleb catered to her needs - well, almost all. The one need he didn't fulfil was not his fault, and she let him be. For that, she had work to keep her busy, and when she did find the time, years of a remote all-girl boarding school had taught her how to satisfy herself.
Reacting to Caleb's cue, she obligingly opened her mouth as the sweet and tangy taste of the honey and royal jelly mixture hit her. The trick was holding it under your tongue as long as possible to get all the benefits. Caleb did the same. Without fail and not knowing what the other was thinking, Gina and Caleb thought they had better uses for their tongues.
As they swallowed in unison, Gina was the first to speak, and she told Caleb that she had to go. She turned away from him, and as she did, the sweet scent of her brown curly hair, which she wore in a low ponytail today, gave him the tingles. Caleb stood closely behind her with a slice of toast in his hand as she poured her coffee into a travel mug. His body tensed as he savored her scent; it was feminine and flowery with a hint of exotic spices. Gina swiftly turned around, her fingers brushing his torso lightly. He played his closeness off by handing her the toast with a delightful smile.
"Oops, thank you" Gina said with a giggle. She lifted her head and quickly pecked his checks, signaling she was leaving for work.
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