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Halfway through, she falls asleep against me, so I carry her into bed and then clean up the kitchen before sliding in next to her. I don't remember ever feeling this level of happiness in my life before, and although I'm scared as hell to lose it, I'm putting everything I have into making sure I'm the best husband and partner for Delilah.

Not having to wake up for work at the ass crack of dawn is a nice change, but it means my body's still programmed to get up earlier than I need to be, which usually sucks.

But today, it means I get more time with my wife before I have to leave for anger management class.

Climbing out of bed, I head to the bathroom to freshen up, and then walk to the kitchen to figure out what I can make for breakfast.

There's a box of pancake mix in the pantry, fresh blueberries and bacon in the fridge, and a mini waffle maker on the counter. I've never made waffles before, but the directions on the box are simple enough, so I give it a try.

Thirty minutes later, I have two plates full of waffles, bacon, and scrambled eggs.

The rest of the kitchen—I'll deal with that later. It's a mess, but I got the job done.

Since Delilah hasn't woken up, I slide in next to her and feather kisses under her ear. "Baby, are you up? Breakfast is ready, so I hope you're hungry."

"Go away," she mutters, burying her face deeper in the pillow.

Chuckling, I slide my hand down her body and give her ass a little slap. "Don't make me wake you another way."

"Some of us prefer sleep."

"Is that so?" I challenge, sliding my hand beneath her shorts and discovering she's not wearing panties. When I brush a finger softly between her slit and rub over her clit, she moans quietly, but doesn't move an inch.

"Hm...looks like I'm gonna need to go to plan B."

"As long as I don't have to move."

"Nope." Smirking, I slide underneath the covers and between her legs. Since she's not wearing underwear and the fabric of her shorts is thin, I bury my face between her thighs and moan against her pussy.

When she doesn't push me away or tell me off, I slowly slide her shorts down a few inches, and start flicking my tongue against her clit. She squirms, arching her hips against my mouth, and then her fingers are tangling in my hair.

"Wilder?"

My head pops up, abruptly stopping. "Are you expectin' someone else down here?"

Her body shakes with laughter. "No, but I was half asleep."

"You can go back to sleep," I tease.

"Okay, but hurry up. I'm hungry."

"That's not funny." I deadpan.

Chuckling at my expression, she reaches down and pulls her shorts off, then spreads her legs around me. Repositioning myself between them, I wrap my hands around her thighs and drag her pussy closer to my mouth.

I thrust two fingers inside, feeling how wet she is, and then flatten my tongue up her slit before lathering her clit. She writhes underneath me, arching her back, and pulling my hair—and I love every second of it. Bringing her to the edge and then pulling back before doing it again has her desperate and needy.

"Wilder, please...I'm so close," she whines, pushing my head down against her core. "No more stoppin' or I swear to God?—"

With a twist of my wrist, I hook my fingers in deeper, suck her clit harder, and then soon, she's falling over the edge. Her sweet juices explode on my tongue, and I lap them up before feather kisses along her thigh.

"Well..." Her chest rises and falls as she tries to catch her breath. "I'm awake now."

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Delilah

Waking up with Wilder's mouth between my thighs is something I coulddefinitelyget used to.