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didn’t believe my eyes, even though I distinctly remembered eating dinner at some point last night. But I can’t recall whether he cooked it.
    “Yes. Do you eat?”
    He gave me the same tone in return and I blushed from embarrassment. Fucker! “ Yes. I didn’t know. I mean, if you don’t need food, then I guess it shocked me to think you can cook.”
    “I like food. Some of it. And if I live among humans than it makes things easier when I have guests.” He broke an egg and threw the shell into the trash.
    I walked over and rubbed his shoulders as I watched. This was nice. I felt completely wonderful for the first time in forever. I could not stop myself from holding him right there in the kitchen. I felt giddy. I moved my arms around his torso and rested my head against his shoulder.
    Nicholai stopped what he was doing and caressed my arms that held him tight. “If you loosen your hold, I could turn around and hold you back.” I did, and he turned around and did just as he suggested. His hands slid up and down my spine, and he kissed my neck and then whispered in my ear, “The eggs are burning.”
    I grinned and stepped back. “Sorry.”
    “Don’t be; they are just eggs. I can always cook more.” He kissed me before removing the pan from the burner. Once everything was turned off, he resumed the kissing. His soft, sensual kisses stirred everything on the inside, and I moaned into his mouth. This man was incredible. He could devour my mouth with enough intensity to bruise my lips and cause spontaneous combustion, but the next moment he could be gentle and loving like he was savoring the very taste of me.
    Thinking about him tasting me had me wanting to taste him. That part of him that I had never touched before on a man was suddenly of interest to my tongue. I needed to, right now. I pulled back slowly. He questioned me with his eyes. “I want to… um, I mean, you did it. I thought to return the favor.”
    My roundabout explanation seemed to click, and he leaned back. “By all means, go right ahead.”
    I dropped to my knees with a silly grin on my face and proceeded to unbuckle his belt. We need to stop wearing belts. Velcro! That’s the way to go.
    “I love your eyes. And the way they light up when you’re happy.” His breathy compliment was lost on me as I responded with sarcasm.
    “What? Shit brown. My eyes aren’t special.” Belt done, now if I could just get the zipper down without asking for help….
    “Why would you say that? Your eyes are a lovely color.” He was most insistent with his opinion.
    “That’s what my brother says.” Jeans undone, move the boxer-briefs down and… there’s my prize! Damn! He’s even big when he’s soft. And uncut too. Never seen foreskin before. I touched him and pulled the skin back to reveal the hidden head.
    Wild! Looks kinda like one of those water tube-snake wiggler toys my sister has that have a hole at both ends and when you squeeze one end it goes sliding through your fist, shooting across—
    “So, you have a brother?” His question snapped me out of my internal rambling. Sometimes I wish I had a key to turn that part off.
    “Yup, and two sisters.” I answered, shaking off my fascination over the extra skin around his head and taking him into my mouth. His soft flesh felt swishy on my tongue. I heard him groan. I smiled but found it difficult to move my lips in any other shape than an O. His dick swelled quickly as I bobbed my head and soon there was less room in my mouth than at the start. His tip hit the back of my throat, and I gagged and had to pull off. I only choked for a moment and then looked up. “Sorry. How do you do that? You swallowed my dick halfway down your throat without gagging.”
    He shrugged. “Practice.”
    As I sat there, it dawned on me that I was not his first. In fact, he had probably had lots of lovers, and I was just one of many. He must have seen my mental calculations because I felt his hand on my hair. I looked