Shifting Slade Pt.2 [M43] [MTF 18/43]

Pt.1 https://www.reddit.com/r/genderotica/s/vthuCcTxGu
 
Three seventeen a.m. came and went for the second time for me tonight, that’s a very surreal feeling. Part of me hoped that since that’s when I shifted into Hilary’s body it would be the same time I shifted back into my own. I knew it wasn’t very likely, that the time had nothing to do with anything, but it was still disappointing.
 
I haven’t slept; I can’t sleep. Not until I’m back in my own body, in my own bed. Not in Hilary’s body and bed. So I’m sitting here with her knees to my chest looking over at the lump of covers that is Dr, Jack Slade. I can’t lay down next to him, not after what happened. Of all the people and situations, I ever imagined in my whole life, of how I would lose my virginity, never once did I imagine it being like that or with him.
 
I guess I can’t be mad at him, it’s not really his fault, he thought he was having sex with his wife. And I guess at first he was. He had no way of knowing that half way through she was gone and I was here. I’m not even really mad that it happened, it’s unnerving but what would be the odds of me shifting into her body at that exact moment? No, the part I can’t handle, the thing I’m mad about, is how good it felt and how I can’t say with any certainty that I would never do it again.
 
I’m not gonna let this ruin my time here. For months I’ve been “visiting” the Slade’s lives and especially home, the whole time wishing I could experience it more first hand. I’ve been here for hours, and likely won’t be here much longer, I should take advantage of this opportunity. I slip off of the bed and make my way out of the bedroom.
 
In the dozens of shifts I’ve done into this family I have probably seen almost every inch of this house, albeit mostly in a few seconds at a time, it’s kind of surreal to see it in real life, even if I’m only seeing it in the pale dim light of the moon, and Jack’s security lights.
 
I’m standing on one end of the hall with a stairwell going down to my left. To my right, at the other end of the hall, is another stairwell going down. Between here and there are five doors; Terry, Ann, and Kevin’s rooms and the bathroom they share. The last door I think is a linen closet but I’ve never seen inside it.
 
So then these stairs go down to the living room, directly across front door and those stairs go to the kitchen across from the the doors to the garage and the basement. I’ve never seen the basement, but I have been inside a Slade who was standing at the top of the stairs.
 
I make my way down the hall peaking in the partially open doors and seeing the kids sleeping. When I get to the bottom of the stairs I’m in the kitchen just as I expected. It’s a lot bigger than I thought. I wasn’t aware of a family room directly off of the dining room on the far wall. It smells just like it did yesterday morning when I shifters into Hilary for the first time.
 
I see Ann’s tablet on the island, I know it’s hers because she loves pink and it’s got a pink case. I swipe up and quickly type in the code to unlock it. It’s 243613, also her locker combination. I snoop through her photos and messages for a bit before I swipe over to her Reddit app. I want to see if anyone has shifted back or not.
 
There’s one post where a guy claims to have done it, but it’s an obvious clickbait post that goes to an external link. Yeah I’m not getting this girl hacked tonight. What’s odd is that a lot of the posts I was reading earlier have all been deleted by the author. Like everyone seems to be pulling out, I wonder what happened. After a while I give up, lock the tablet, and put it back like I found it before going to fix myself a cup of tea.
 
As I’m digging through the pantry for the tea bag I also come across a pack of cookies that look absolutely delicious.
 
“When in Rome,” I say and take a couple out.
 
 I’m standing at the island sipping my tea and eating the cookies when I hear footsteps on the stairs. I turn to see Jack coming down the steps wearing only his pajama pants. I had no clue he was so muscular and toned.
 
“What time is it?” I ask looking for a clock.
 
“Very late. Or very early depending.” he replies.
 
“I didn’t wake you up did I?”
 
“Only in the sense that I rolled over and you weren’t there. I got worried.”
 
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t sleep. I wanted some tea.” I reply.
 
“May I?” He asks walking over and holding out his hand.
 
I hand him the cup and he takes it and takes a sip. I hold out a cookie and he smiles and takes that as well.
 
“There’s more in the pantry,” I say.
 
He hands me back the tea cup and walks to the pantry and I catch myself watching him. I know it’s probably just Hilary’s hormones, I’m not one to check out a man’s butt especially one so much older, but I can see why she’s into him.
 
“So,” he begins as he emerges with the entire pack, “what has you so restless? Bad dream?”
 
“Just a lot on my mind,” I say as he walks around to the other side of the island and sits in a stool.
 
He takes a cookie from the pack and holds his hand out again. I set the cup in front of him. He dips his cookie in the tea then takes a bite. I smile and grab one and do the same nodding in appreciation of a newfound favorite treat.
 
“Is it what happened earlier? Do you regret having sexual with me?” He asks and I almost choke on my cookie. I take a sip of the tea.
 
“Why would I regret it?”
 
“Because of what I did, how much I hurt you.” He replies.
 
“Oh,” is all I can think to say.
 
I mean what did he do? It must be he cheated on her. I mean I’m not surprised, look at him, he could have any woman he wants. Who in their right mind wouldn’t want that? Oh God, what am I saying?
 
“Listen, I know you said it’s in the past, I know you believe me that it won’t happen again and I know you say you forgive me. Well, after this night, I know you did forgive me. But just know that I will do everything in my power to make it up to you.” He says honestly.
 
“I know you will.” I reply. What else do I say?
 
“How long has it been?” He asks before I can think of an answer he finishes. “Since we sat up drinking tea and talking late at night.”
 
“Oh, I couldn’t even guess.”
 
“At least not since the kids were too young to notice we ate half their cookies.” He chuckles.
 
“We might finish them at this rate.” I reply.
 
“I’m really happy that we did this night. You really went out planning the perfect birthday for me,” he says.
 
“Oh yeah? What was your favorite part?”
 
“You mean other than the blow job and ind numbing sex?” He asks again I almost spit out my cookie.
 
“Jack!” I say and we laugh.
 
She sucked his dick too? Lucky.
 
“No, seriously, it’s that you planned a night around all of my favorite things. It shows me how much you still love me.”
 
“Did you doubt it?”
 
“No but I don’t understand it.” He replies. He holds up the cup. “Almost out.”
 
“I’ll make another.” I say.
 
I turn and go back to the kettle. It’s one of those fancy ones that can be controlled by an app and doesn’t whistle. I fill it up, set it on the base and turn it on. As I’m waiting for the water to boil I feel jack press against me sliding his hands around my waist.
 
“I’ve missed holding you.” He whispers in my ear after pushing some hair back then kisses my neck gently.
 
“What are you doing?” I pant
 
“Hopefully, seducing you.” He replies.
 
His hand goes down to the tail of my shirt and curls it in his fingers. Then he moves his hand up my abdomen and cups my breast firmly.
 
“Jack.” I pant out. I can already feel him hard against me.
 
His other hand comes up under my chin and lifts my head up and back until my lips meet his. My arm goes up and I grab the back of his head and run my fingers through his hair. Fuck is this really hapoening? Am I really letting this happened the first time was out of my control; this time I’m a very willing participant.
 
He moves both hands back down to my thighs and caresses them gently while holding the kiss. He then slowly brings both hands back up under my shirt, inadvertently lifting it up as he goes, until he reaches my breasts. He then cups both breasts and gently squeezes them pulling me back against him. God this is so amazing. The way he knows her body and what she likes. There’s something to be said about a man with experience.
 
What am I thinking? I need to figure out a way to end this before it goes too far. Shouldn’t I? Of course I should. But why? I don’t think it would mean I’m gay. It’s not like I’ve never been curious or wondered about what it would be like to be with a man before. That didn’t make me gay.
 
This wouldn’t even be the same thing; this isn’t even my body or a male body at all. It’s not me that wants it so badly, I mean yes I do want it, but my thoughts can’t be disconnected from a brain with a higher estrogen level than I’m used to.
 
His hand slowly moves down my body and between my legs where he begins to caress my vagina gently.
 
“Mmmm you’re so wet for me.” He growls into my ear.
 
That’s so fucking hot. Jesus, I’m losing this fight. But I’m not sure I want to fight. What am I fighting for? It’s not like he hasn’t already fucked me once. That wasn’t even that long ago, close enough that I still remember how good it felt to have his cock inside me. I didn’t suddenly become gay after that. Hell, I didn’t even get to fully experience that time. I can experience everything this time.
 
I gasp as he slips one of his thick fingers inside of me.
 
“Fuck you’re still so tight. I love your pussy so much.” He groans and starts slowly fingering me.
 
Who knows how long I will be in this body. Who knows if I’ll ever be back. This might be the moment whoever is controlling this was leading up to. Proof of concept. When I go back I may stay in my own body forever. I’ll never again get the opportunity to feel what I’m feeling right now.
 
“Take this off.” He commands softly, tugging on my shirt.
 
I quickly grab the tail of my shirt in both hands and pull it off over my head. No sooner is it completely off of me than he turns me around to face him. He looks my body up and down never taking his finger out of me.
 
I run my hands up and down his chiseled upper body. He really is a specimen and I’m sorry but for a man his age he looks amazing. That doesn’t make me gay to think that because I wouldn’t think that if I wasn’t in Hilary’s body right now. I know because I’ve seen him dozens of times and never even noticed his body.
 
My eyes move up and down with my hands but they go a bit lower. His dick is so big and so hard in his thin pajama pants.  It wouldn’t hurt to look at it. It’s just looking. I’ve seen them before in porn or in photos online. I mean I’ve only ever seen mine in person. But again, it’s not like I’ll ever do it again. It’s a curiosity. Might be my last chance.
 
I run my hands down and tug gently at the draw strings. I keep my eyes locked on his as I untie his pants and tug them down past his large erection, letting them fall to the floor. Fuck, the way he looks at me as I gently moan to the feeling of his meaty finger massaging my insides.
 
Okay it’s out, it’s exposed to the world, now I can look. I slowly take my gaze from his eyes and go down his body, taking my time to really take in every muscle. My heart is racing. I can’t believe I’m doing this. My hands follow my eyes down his abdomen, but as my hands move down his muscular hairy thighs my vision lands on the long thick veiny cock staring back at me.
 
“You’re so fucking big” I whisper.
 
I’ve never had another man’s cock in my hand before. Have I thought about it? Sure, once or twice. But those were fleeting curiosities in the heat of passion while masturbating; it was never something I truly contemplated before. Now that Jack’s is out and in front of me, I’m contemplating it.
 
“Maybe we should take this back upstairs.” He offers. I nod
 
“Yeah.”
 
He takes my hand and starts to lead me down the hall to the living room.
 
“The kettle,” I say.
 
“It’ll turn itself off.” He replies.
 
“Our clothes.” We won’t need them.
 
He’s in such a hurry to get me to the bedroom, his strides are so long, that I practically have to run to keep up. I can’t help but laugh a little.
 
He’s smart enough to lead us up the stairwell that comes out by his bedroom door so we don’t go by open doorways
 
When we get to the room I sit on the end of the bed while he quietly closes and locks the door. He then slowly walks over to me and stops just in front of me and caresses my cheek. His dick is directly in front of my face, still very hard, only now a little pre-cum is rolling down the tip.
 
There’s no more contemplating, no more going back and forth trying to decide what to do or how I would feel about this. I’m treating this time like what it is: I’m on a vacation from my life. While on vacation you get chances to do things you wouldn’t normally do. One my do a tandem skydiving or go swim with dolphins. That doesn’t make them a dolphin trainer or a sky diver. They may choose to eventually be those things but for the time they’re just on vacation. I’m on vacation. When I get home I may choose to be gay or bisexual but that’s not what this is.
 
I put my hands back on his thighs and run them up slowly before allowing one to move inward, over his hairy balls and up and around his thick shaft. I can’t believe how it feels in my hand. It’s quite overwhelming. It’s not even the size, though that’s quite intimidating from this angle, it’s more than that. It’s how it feels, just think and hard and powerful. That’s the word I would use, powerful, it’s like this thing can wreck my body but in the best possible way.
 
I curl my fingers around it and gently squeeze as I slide my hand up the shaft. When I get to the tip I use my thumb to pick up the pre-cum that’s pooled around the hole then wipe it off on his thigh before going back to caressing his cock.
 
How far am I willing to go here? Line I know I’m gonna fuck him, that was decided long before I admitted it. But it’s right there in front of me, aimed at my face, at my mouth. It would take little to no effort to suck it, but even on vacation, is that a step too far? I mean I’ve never even gotten a blow job and I’m debating if I’m going to give this man, who should by all rights be a stranger to me, one? It’s such an insane concept to me.
 
I lift his cock a bit while I stroke it slowly, mostly I want to see his balls. I don’t know why, maybe because I’ve never seen another man’s balls or even my own from this angle. I can see why women like to suck them. The way they hang there, that perfect size. They just look like they would fit perfectly in my mouth. Let’s find out.
 
I lean forward and put my lips against one and with a quick gentle suck it pops through them and into my mouth. It tastes a little salty but mostly just like skin. The hairiness is a bit off putting. Jack seems to like it from the way he groans.
 
I use suction and air pressure to move it around in my mouth so I can lick different parts of it. He definitely likes that. I pull back, sucking a bit hard, then release letting it pop out of my mouth before sucking the other one a bit. Ive stopped stroking his dick and switched to sort of rubbing it with my fingers and thumb while I suck his balls. The latter being much easier due to the immense amount of pre-cum leaking from his tip.  The way he’s gasping for air and his knees are buckling tells me he absolutely loves that.
 
I release his remaining testicle and sit up to catch my breath while I stroke his cock some more. We haven’t said a word since we walked in here. We haven’t needed to. We both know what we want.
 
He puts his hand on top of my head and leans it back so I can look up at him
 
“I love you so much.” He says and leans down and kisses me.
 
I kiss him back while I keep stroking him. When he stands back up he keeps looking down at me.
 
“Do it.” He encourages. “I want it.”
 
I know he wants it so bad. I can tell. Honestly I think I want it to. I just don’t know if I can. That’s such a big line to cross.
 
“What do you want?” I ask.
 
It's partially a stalling tactic so I can build up the courage to do it if he asks me to put it in my mouth, but also a big part of me is hoping he says to fuck me so we can get past this corner I’ve painted myself into where I either have to suck his dick or risk disappointing him. But he doesn’t say either. He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he takes the burden of doing it away from me by gently pulling my face closer until his dick slips across my lips and into my mouth.
 
Okay, this isn’t so bad, I’ve done a lot worse. Who am I kidding I haven’t done anything worse than this. I have a dick in my mouth.
 
“Oh god yes, fuck.” Jack groans out.
 
His hand is still on my head. Can’t undo this now, might as well try to enjoy it. I wonder how deep I can take it. I lean forward, feeling it glide down my tongue towards the back of my mouth. It doesn’t taste nearly as bad as I expected. A little more salty than his balls but less tangy, probably because of less sweat. The no hair is a definite plus. If I’m honest, it actually tastes pretty good. Oh shit I’m forgetting to breathe.
 
When I feel the tip touch the back of my throat I get scared to go deeper so I pull back until it’s barely in my mouth then go forward again then back again. Actually? This isn’t that bad. It isn’t bad at all. I would say almost enjoyable. I mean I’m not gonna get off from it but the way he groans and reacts really turns me on.
 
This time when I pull back I pull all the way and let it pop out of my mouth and look how far down my saliva goes. I get a little disappointed, I barely made it half way. I lean up again, only this time I don’t take it in my mouth instead I suck his balls and play with it again before I lick up the shaft to the tip and tray again to take it all down.
 
I let it go into my throat a bit, I don’t initially gag but it definitely isn’t comfortable. I realize I can’t do that very often. I take it back out of my mouth and stroke it a bit while I catch my breath. Truthfully, I’m wiping my saliva down the rest of the shaft. This stop stroking when my hand is at the tip and lean up again. This time I put my lips against my hand and maintain that contact as I take him back into the back of my mouth, only this time where my mouth can’t reach my hand is there.
 
I begin bobbing a bit faster keeping my hand and mouth in contact so his entire shaft get stroked either with my hand or mouth. The way he reacts tells me how good it is. He has both hands on my head and has his head leaned back groaning loudly. He’s me time, as I’m pulling back, I squeeze a little too hard with my hand and a line of pre-cum lands on my tongue and I almost gag.
 
I quickly take him out of my mouth and stroke him violently while I try to swallow it down and get the taste out of my mouth. I’m not sure how I feel about the fact that I’m sucking a dick right now but I do know I won’t be swallowing. That’s what I say and what I believe but then he reacts when I start sucking it again and my every action is driven by the desire to make his dick feel good.
 
“Oh fuck baby. You’re gonna make me cum.” He cries out.
 
I stop sucking and start stroking him as I look up.
 
“I want you inside me.” I say breathily.
 
He doesn’t need a second hint, he doesn’t argue, he doesn’t ask for a little more head first. As soon as the words leave my lips he pushes me onto my back, wraps his arms around my thighs, and talks me to the very edge of the bed. Then he leans down a bit and starts rubbing the tip of his dick up and down between my labia, driving me insane with pleasure.
 
“Your easy for it?” he asks.
 
“God yes.” I reply.
 
He puts the tip against my opening and holds it there.
 
“You want it gas or slow?” He asks.
 
“Slow,” I say. “At first.” I quickly add.
 
“Your wish is my command princess.” He says.
 
He does exactly as promised. He pushes himself inside me as slowly as he can. I can feel it all, every inch, every vein, every ripple and curve of his cock going deeper and deeper inside my body at an agonizingly insanely pleasurable pace. My back arches and I groan non-stop for what feels like an eternity of him going all the way in then all the way back out.
 
After almost an eternity, however, the room is filled with the sounds of wetness squishing around his cock, my moans, and his thighs slapping against my ass while he fucks me faster and harder than I ever could have imagined. He has me by the ankles and has my feet up above my shoulders and as wide apart as they will go so he can go even deeper without hurting me. I try reaching for something, anything to put over my face to muffle my near screams but there’s nothing anywhere near me and he’s not stopping long enough to grab it.
 
“Oh god you’re gonna make me cum!” I cry out.
 
“That’s the plan.” He replies and somehow goes harder and deeper.
 
“I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!”
 
“Do it. Cum for me baby. Do it.” He groans breathlessly.
 
“I’m cumming.  Don’t stop I’m cumming!” I scream.
 
The wave of pleasure is so intense that I stop breathing for a few seconds as every muscle in my body tenses. As soon as there’s a slight release I let out the loudest and deepest guttural moan in my life.
 
My vaginal walls contract and release over and obverse squeezing his mans hood but also intensifying my pleasure. It becomes too much for him to hold back. 
 
“I’m gonna cum.”
 
“Don’t cum in me don’t please!” I beg.
 
He does exactly what I ask, but maybe not what I wanted. In a smooth motion he pulls out of me, grabs my arms, sits me up, puts his hand behind my head, and pulls my mouth down onto his dick. He only puts it half way then wraps his arms around my head to hold me in place and lets out a very loud moan.
 
At that moment I feel his dick retract and shrink then swell back up and shoot a stream of cum onto the roof of my mouth with the velocity of a fireman’s hose. It’s quickly followed by another and then another. Quickly my mouth is full of his seed.
 
I didn’t have to open my mouth and take his dick in that moment, but I did, I’m not sure why. But as it was moving closer, knowing he was going to cum in my mouth, I couldn’t help but be nervous about the taste. For years I’ve heard girls talk about how disgusting it is and how they hate having it in their mouth. Ironically, my only thought, as it’s coating my gums, is thank god it doesn’t taste like it smells.
 
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not delicious by any means. I’m not going to sit around when I get back into my body and crave the taste of it, but it’s not horrible. It’s the temperature and the texture that is disgusting. I mean it makes sense, the human body is around a hundred degrees so yeah fluids coming out would be warm, I just wasn’t expecting it to be that warm.
 
But nothing could have prepared me for the texture. It’s not creamy like one might expect. It’s slimy very slimy. It doesn’t move around in your mouth it oozes. And it’s not all the same viscosity of slimy. It’s thin and thick slime, so it’s almost chunky. And you can really feel the thicker parts oozing in the thinner ones as it moves about. And my mouth is full of it. Luckily for me, it’s not full for long.
 
By the time he shoots the third slime filled ribbon into my mouth, Jack starts pumping his hips and fucking my face almost as hard as he did my pussy all while continuing to let out his very manly moan if pleasure.. The sheer force of his manhood thrusting into my mouth meant the cum had to go somewhere. I instinctively swallowed most of it, but a lot was forced out of the corners of my mouth where it oozed down my chin and dribbled onto my chest.  
 
Like I said, I’m not a fan of the taste or texture, so it’s not like I wanted more of it in my mouth. But I do want him to keep cumming. It doesn’t make sense I know. Maybe it’s because I’m still pretty deep into my own orgasm at the moment. But, when he stops fucking my mouth, I grab the base of his cock and start sucking it fast and hard moaning and groaning as he keeps dribbling more cum onto my tongue.
 
“Oh fuck Hil, that’s it. Fuck yes. Suck me dry baby.” He moans with his hand still in my head.
 
He only encourages me to try and go deeper and bob faster. Once he’s finally stopped cumming I lay back and grab the backs of my knees
 
“Put it back in. Please please.” I beg.
 
He doesn’t hesitate he lays don’t in top of me and pushes himself deep inside me. But he only pumps thre or four times then he reaches down and starts rapidly rubbing my swollen tender clit with his thumb.
 
“Cum baby. Cum for me. Let it out.”
 
“I’m cumming!” I scream again.
 
I curl up towards him, still holding my own legs behind the knees and scream out at the top of my lungs. I feel my pussy clench so tight, almost pushing his dick back out of me. But he doesn’t let it. He just pushes in deeper which causes me to fall back onto the bed, my high pitch scream turns to a guttural moan as I feel this overwhelming wave of pleasure fill every inch of my tiny horny female body.
 
I’m laying here panting and spasming. He lifts me by the ass and climbs onto the bed then lays me back down and last on top of me, all without taking his dick out of my twitching cavities. He sits up and begins massaging my breasts and rubbing and tweaking my nipples then goes back to my clit then back to my nipples; basically doing everything he can to stretch this orgasm out as long as possible.
 
Finally I fall limp only twitching occasionally, unable to straighten out my eyes yet but also unable to speak or move. Everything feels good. Everything feel limp. That’s when he slowly, oh so slowly, allowing me to really feel it, pulls out of me and collapses beside me on his back.
 
I remember a few months ago, at work, the girl who works the drive thru was talking to the boy on the french fry station she said her period was the only thing about being a girl she hated.
 
“Except that you also have to take dick.” He quickly and stupidly said.
 
“Oh no sweetie, that’s my favorite part.” She replied.
 
I didn’t get it at the time, it didn’t make sense. As a boy, a straight male I should probably say, you can’t fathom wanting that or enjoying that. Laying here right now, I fully and completely not only understand that girls point, I one thousand percent agree. My mind is already starting to go through the list of things I’m going to want to try before I shift back.
 
I roll over and put my arm across Jacks chest and lay my head in his armpit.
 
“Mmmmmm, that was amazing. I didn’t know anything could feel this good.” I groan out.
 
He kisses the top of my head.
 
“I’m glad baby. Maybe now you can get some sleep.” He replies.
 
“I could, or we could stay up and I could ride your dick for a while.”
 
“Oh god, Ive created a monster,” he chuckles, “I’m going to need at least five or ten minutes to recuperate first.”
 
“That’s too long.” I whine.
 
We both laugh a little. I lay here on his chest looking at his dick. I’ve never found one attractive, I guess I still don’t. But I do now know how good they feel so that I guess makes it attractive. Suddenly we hear from down the hall, a door open, footsteps, a door close, and water start running.
 
“Shit, do you think we woke them up?” I ask.
 
“We? You mean you?” He jokes. I slap his chest.
 
“You weren’t very quiet yourself.”
 
“Nor could I have been.” He says then kisses me a little. “And though it is possible we woke Annie up,” he begins then his alarm starts to go off, “there is another likely cause.”
 
I quickly roll over and look at the window and the bright sunlight peeking around the curtains.
 
“Shit, what time is it?” I ask.
 
“Six a.m.” he replies.
 
“We fucked for that long?”
 
“It would appear so.”
 
“Wow.”
 
“It’s not the first time we’ve spent an entire night in the throws of pleasure, just the first time in a while.” He says as he gets up and walks to the bathroom.
 
I watch him walk in and am still fascinated and in awe of his physique. I need to hit the gym when I get back. I would kill to have that body when I’m his age. I hear the water run for a few seconds then turn off and see him come out of the bathroom holding a washcloth.
 
He comes back and sits on the bed beside me and first wipes the cum from my face with the warm washcloth, then my chest, then he cleans between my legs and in the crack of my ass.
 
“I know it’s my turn to make breakfast but could you do it this one time? I have such an early day. I can strip the bed before I come down. Deloris will be here at twelve to clean so you won’t have to worry about that or cooking dinner.” He says while he pampers me by cleaning me up.
 
“You didn’t have to go into such details. I can make everyone’s breakfast.” I reply.
 
“You won’t need to worry about Annie, she has an early practice so she will likely just do a smoothie, and I can grab something from a drive thru.”
 
“Nonsense. What do you want? I’ll make it. It’s the least I can do.” I reply.
 
He freezes and just looks at me for a second as if he’s stunned I offered anything much less to make whatever he wants.
 
“I would love a sausage and egg sandwich and a cup of coffee.” He says still stunned.
 
“Of course.” I say and get up.
 
“Two creams and three sugars.”
 
“You got it.” I say while I put on my robe.
 
I walk back over to him and wrap my arms around his waist.
 
“And just so you know, when you get home, I’m getting that ride…. And maybe more.” I tell him. He sighs.
 
“I’m not coming home tonight,” he begins, “this is my week in the miami office. That’s why I’m leaving earlier, I have a flight.” He sounds very irritated that I didn’t know.
 
“Oh, I thought that was next week.” I lie.
 
I can’t hide the disappointment in my voice. I likely won’t be here in a week. Meaning I won’t get to try anything on my list. This really sucks.
 
“Hey, tell you what,” he begins while taking my face in his hands to look in my eyes, “we’ve got a good momentum going here. I don’t want to lose that. What if I get my mom to watch the kids the last half of the week. You can come stay with me. You always love Miami.”
 
I sigh. I won’t be here to enjoy it dude. It will be Hilary at that point.
 
“Yeah, just let me know what she says.” I reply.
 
He grabs his wallet off of the dresser.
 
“Go buy some cute clothes and some swimsuits for the trip. We will stay until Sunday. Just you and me. No early morning interruptions.” He says with a wink.
 
God, that sounds so fun. I just wish I got to do it.
 
“Promise?”
 
“I’ll go on no sleep every day if it means we get to repeat last night.” He replies with a wink and a kiss.
 
“Now, go cook the kids food. I’m driving Kevin to school and I don’t want to hear him whining the whole way.”
 
“Yes sir,” I say.
 
Now I just need to figure out how to cook.