Massage done, I pulled the cover on his body, and careful of not waking him up, I went to fix lunch.
My nipples pulsated with each breath and it was hard to focus on anything but them. They felt hundred times bigger and the bra felt hundred time rougher on them. Trying not to winch at each movement I moved around the kitchen, busying myself with the preparation. From the grocery in the bag, the menu was going to be: couscous with grilled vegetables (bell peppers, zucchini, eggplants and eringi mushrooms), washed down with some nice white wine.