Chapter 30 - part 7 chapter 1 continued

He walked into the room with what seemed to be just about everything that existed in the kitchen.

"I thought you abandoned me, the amount of time you spent out there!" she laughed as he placed two huge trays on the bed. "Far from that my love" he said in monotone.

She stared at him, his face was down as he focused on arranging the food and then she realized, "Oh my gosh, that was so inconsiderate of me.. I didn't mean it like that..you know"

"You don't have to walk on eggshells around me; I understood what you meant" he smiled, but it faded quickly. She finally started to focus in on all the food that he was arranging - Mac and cheese, several pancakes, two huge omelettes, several pieces of toast, four cups of rice pudding, and sausage..

"Uhh...I must look starved with the amount of breakfast you're serving up this morning" she said sarcastically. "Well, you better be, because it's all for you" he replied as he handed her a plate with a portion of what was on the tray.

He placed the full tray on the table and climbed into bed. Instead of laying down beside her, he hovered in front of her.

"Let me today.." he stared her in the eyes as he took the plate and fork from her hands. There was something about his eyes that shook her spirit, something so intimidating. He cut into the pancakes and took a piece to her mouth, she received it mouth-wide. He pulled off her shirt to expose her massive soft belly that sprawled over the entirety of her lap. His free hand stretched around one of her thick lovehandles, squeezing it.

He continued to fork through the several stacked pancakes, pushing it into her open and willing mouth. The guilt of allowing him to get hurt this morning had built up in her and she knew that it was her absolute duty to make him happy again. Syrup dripped off the pancakes mid-air onto her belly; there was no further invitation as he immediately lowered his head, placing his lips to her doughy gut, sucking up the drops.

His lips were warm against her, she ran her hand through his thick bed-hair and he groaned into her. He lined soft pecks across her belly, rubbing her thighs. Her stomach growled and he looked up at her to find her looking back slightly flushed in embarrassment. They both laughed as he leaned back up and resumed his position with the plate. "A little impatient, I see" he chuckled, referring to her belly.

He continued his mechanic motions, feeding her mouthfuls of macaroni, eggs, sausage, never slowing down; His eyes were distant, and somehow intense at the same time. The plate was cleared and he refilled it with a second helping. She adjusted herself, nowhere near full, but actually eager for the next plate... and for him.

She eyed him intentionally, admiring his physique. He was just so damn sexy, she thought; His chiseled face focused on the task before him. He was everything she wanted..from the beginning she knew he was the one. He was slightly broken, well very broken, but she loved him nonetheless. She followed his movements with her eyes, watching his taut muscular abdomen as he assumed his upright position. His stomach flowed into a rigid V line that made her feel unbelievably aroused.

She shocked herself, "I want you to *** me". He stopped mid-air as he brought a piece of an omelette to her mouth, taken aback. He smiled momentarily, but she could sense it wasn't real. He pushed an even bigger piece of omelette into her mouth before she could say anything else.

"Baby, wha-" she tried to get out. "Finish everything on this tray first" he said calmly. Her face flushed in embarrassment and confusion as he held another forkful of food in front of her lips, she took it in with a sigh. This was so unlike him, "I know something's wrong" she mumbled, mouthful. She was slightly hurt by the rejection.

"Really? What makes you think that?" his eyebrows raised, deceptively. She rolled her eyes, "Well.. if you were okay, we'd be going to town right now" she was breathy.

"I told you the deal" he claimed, not budging. She pouted silently, but he laughed. "I'm not sure I'll make it through this plate, much more - the entire tray" she slightly labored.

"Make space" he replied, rubbing her distended belly. She groaned in the sweet agony of his hand pressing against her gut, her head falling back against the headboard.

"Open up" he kneeled, hovering over her. He discarded the fork and hand fed her pieces of sausage rolled up in toast. She closed her eyes and chewed, trying to focus on how it felt going down. With every swallow, she felt a rush of hedonistic satisfaction yet her head was telling her that her gut was in pain. The pain was almost blissful and she found herself aroused with the thought of Ezra and the pressure of the food becoming heavy in her stomach.

She looked up at him desperately as arousal built up in her. Her mouth quivered as she finished the last bites on the tray. Her belly was taut, full and heavy as she breathlessly kneaded under her upper roll. She moaned quietly and he took her lips between his, kissing her tenderly. His hand rested on the crest of her bloated belly as he pulled against her bottom lip. She whimpered weakly as she was breathless from the stuffing and extreme arousal.

Her weak sound pushed him back into reality. "This is just the beginning.." he murmured into her ear seductively. "You want me to *** you?" he asked.