Chapter 1097 The Lost Cunty Girl:>Ep33

• Mark waited for me to finish my breakfast, but he had that look in his eye, the one that told me he needed a little time with me, so I made haste; Mark isn't normally demanding or possessive of my time; as long as I'm nearby, within earshot or touching distance he's at ease and calm in himself; he knows I have a house to mind and two little ones to care for, but occasionally I pick up on his need for a little cuddling time too, especially after he's had to spend time away from us at the Bristol office, and now was one of those times.
• "Do you want to go somewhere more comfortable, Lost Boy?" I asked him softly, and he nodded gratefully, so I took his hand and led him back up to the bedroom; if we were going to pillow-talk, I damn well wanted some pillows to do it on.
• Once we were stripped-off, I climbed into bed and beckoned him over, Mark grinning as he slid in next to me so I could run my hands over him, to once again feel and stroke and luxuriate in the nearness of him and lose myself in his alluring scent complex. (All through both my pregnancies I had to cover my pillows with his shirts so I could smell him while I slept, something that amused him no end, as he could smell nothing, but I could have tracked him on a pitch-black, windy night by that scent; I still can; I love how my man smells.)