Chapter 509 Breakfast in bed?-1*
Chapter 509 Breakfast in bed?-1*
It could also be that both were intoxicated, which led to these events to unfold. He was lying on his back, just staring at the ceiling. He didn\'t want it to be awkward between them, so he started thinking of a plan to get out of the situation and didn\'t mention it.
He slowly grabbed her hips to roll her around, shifting himself on top of her. It might seem easy, but they were thoroughly tied together, and even a subtle mistake could wake her up. After a few seconds, he was on top of her, looking back at her sleeping face.
She was pretty without makeup, but he refrained from thinking about it at all costs due to the current situation. Both their chest would touch with her every breath, reminding Samuel of their fiery, passionate hugs.
He tried to calm his lower head, but each passing cycle was getting more complicated. His morning wood was also not helping; it\'s not like he didn\'t have enough sex yesterday. Still, he was hungry for more! He gently clenched the end of the sheet and made a slight tear at the edge.
With how badly tangled they were, his only hope was to tear his way out of it. It might sound insane to an average person, but clawing out several layers of cotton sheets was easy for Samuel. The problem was the sound.
Even then, he didn\'t lose hope; he slowly made his way out, simultaneously looking at her changing expression. He was afraid she could suddenly hug her, making it impossible for him to get out without waking her.
With a stroke of luck, he managed to make it through. He gently rolled out of the bed, cold and sweating about it. Kate was lying naked on her back, and he couldn\'t help but admire her figure for a few seconds. She only had smaller breasts, but they were a handful and more accessible to hold; her strong point was her hips.
Unlike her upper body, below her waist were her massive hips that didn\'t belong to the same body. She was also a lot shorter, making them protrude out more. He suddenly remembered when he was ramming his dick from behind; those things definitely didn\'t know the concept of gravity and jiggled crazily with his every thrust.
" Fuck! What the hell are you thinking!?" He smacked himself and looked around the room for his clothes. He was thankful for his oversized sweater; if it was a standard shirt, those things would have long since been destroyed during their \'fight\'.
He also tidied up the surroundings because they went wild they were fucking like rabbits. Samuel carried her around the room as they made love, so the decorations fell off. He took his time, arranged the table, and tried to erase any clues he could find.
He was honestly thinking about saying it was her dream or something, but marks on her body were still prominent. He was also not sure how much she remembered; thus, he decided to feign ignorance if she didn\'t discuss the topic.
" I should make her a breakfast and leave. It would be better." He thought as he started cooking using her pantry. It took him almost an hour, he thought about rechecking the room but decided against it.
He did hear that she woke up and already knew he was in the kitchen; it would be rude of him to leave. He was unafraid of facing consequences; if she needed to yell at him, he would take it head-on.
That\'s why he was busy making breakfast with all his skill; Kate had said a few of the foods she liked in passing, so he was thinking about minimizing her wrath. As he turned off the stove, he heard a knock on the door behind him.
He knew it was time, and her next word cemented his dread," My. Room. Now."
She only said a few words before entering, and he heard footsteps slowly fade away. After steeling himself, he waited for a while, then walked inside the room, closing the door behind him.
Kate was standing looking outside through the window; curtains were almost closed, only entering through that sliver of the opening where she stood facing the window. Samuel slowly walked toward her, but as soon as he walked closer, he felt a sharp blow to his chest.
His only thought was that if he was a little shorter, she would aim for his cheeks. The blow was heavy, but he didn\'t feel much pain. He wanted to say something, but then he heard sobbing noises. He froze on the spot as he listened to the figure continue crying.
"I\'m sorry…" that\'s all that came out of him.
He saw the figure draw closer and felt closed fists hammering towards his body. The pain was secondary because he really felt bad for what he did.
"I really need to tone it down sometimes…" he said to himself.
By this time, he must have been an idiot if he couldn\'t figure out what I did wrong. he held her tight in his arms; he didn\'t know what to do other than to hug her.
They stood there momentarily, and Samuel could finally see her face due to the morning sunlight coming through the tiny slit. He sat her down and tried to talk to her, gently wiping away the tears on her face with the sheets he ripped off.
She would slap his hands away, but after a few more tries, he successfully calmed her down.