Big Spoon Cuddling Novels & Stories

“Mr. Gordon already left. According to him, you can feed it to Bob if you don’t want it.” Bob was our gardener’s ugly bulldog. I sneered. “So, he made soup for me and the dog?” I opened the lid to find chicken and vegetable soup. It looked nice, with a warm golden color. Mrs. Gibson took a whiff and said, “It smells pretty good. Did Mr. Gordon make it himself? Not many men take the time to cook these days.”

I used to eat alone at a huge table for years. “This is good!” Gugu put aside her spoon and fork after finishing a huge bowl of ramen. “I’ll go back to business.” She floated out of the kitchen. I picked my bowl and brought them to the sink together with Gugu’s. Grip put his own bowl on the sink. “Go get some rest,” I told him and he just nodded. I ran the water on the bowls and grabbed a sponge. I started washing the dishes when he hugged me from behind, snaking his hands around my tiny waist. He sniffed my hair smelling my strawberry scent shampoo.

Brielle returned to the room with a spoon and, at my approval, gave it to him. “A spoonful is all she needs,” Mr. Petecin said, measuring the said quantity in the spoon. Mr. Petecin turned to my mate, his expression gentle as he brought the spoon to her lips. “Come now, My lady,” he coaxed. “This will help you rest.” But before the spoon could touch her lips, she recoiled, her body tensing like a frightened animal. “No!” she shrieked, knocking the spoon from his hand. The liquid splattered across the sheets, a few drops landing on her trembling fingers.

Barely a second later, he groaned. "Yup. That's the best one," he muttered around a mouthful of coffee-soaked cookies with cream. "You think?" She reached for the spoon and took another bite, letting the flavors melt on her tongue. "Yup. Totally agree. This is amazing!" Stretching out his hand for a turn with the spoon, she shook her head and took another huge bite in front of him. And somehow, that one gesture seemed to trigger the beast. An irritated Luke leapt across the table, knocking the spoon from her hand, and having it clatter to the floor.

On the tray in front of her were two pieces of leftover toast, a small bowl of fruit purée she’d barely touched, and a white plastic spoon that had apparently just been rejected on principle. Salma sat on the sofa, folding one of Poppy’s tiny cardigans while watching all this with the expression of a woman who had spent far too long around Belskys to be surprised anymore. “What now?” I asked. Poppy held up the spoon between two fingers, her face full of personal disgust. “This is a sad spoon.” I stopped at the bedside. “Excuse me?” “Look at the shape.” She pointed at it seriously. “It’s flat. It has no spirit. I want a spoon that’s... uplifting.”

Even she couldn't help her bond, but she still kept her hands to herself and much more mature about it. He looks back at her, whispering away how addicting her scent was and I picked up my spoon to slurp at my soup. It was still hot, so I blew it a few times feeling a bit hot and lewd at the same time. I look up briefly while blowing the temperature of my soup in my spoon, and I see Bahm and Hunnie kissing. His lips were so much more juicer and bigger than hers that we was easily able to suck on hers. I was impressed to see Hunnie kissing him on his own as well.

Michael never expected that his boss would eat food that another person gave him, neither eat from the same spoon or bowl of another person. After Anna gave him the soup, Lee took her spoon and put it in his fresh bowl of soup, he wanted to try what they called an indirect kiss so he scooped a spoon of soup and offered it to Anna. Anna seeing that her hubby wanted to feed her accepted it but after she took that spoonful she saw him happily eating his soup with the same spoon he offered her soup with.

I picked up one of the silver spoons, my fingers threatening to let go of the spoon as I brought it to my lips. "Well, here goes nothing," I muttered beneath my breath before taking a sip... I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until I finished the soup within minutes. Kendell seemed pleased. "Alexa, I have something I would like to discuss with you. Good news and bad news." Kendell paused a bit, his eyes preying on me as they diverted to my marked neck, making me self-conscious. "Well, I guess anything coming out of the beast's mouth has to be bad news."

Clayton replied warmly. Clayton took Camden's hand absentmindedly and led her back into the cabin. He started a fire in the fireplace again, its flickering flames casting a cozy glow in the room. Then, as she sat down at the table, he made the familiar offer, "Spaghetti-O's or baked beans for dinner?" Clayton asked, his playful tone laced with affection. Camden's stomach growled, reminding her of her hunger. They both laughed at the perfectly timed interruption. "Um, Spaghetti-O's again, please. They remind me of my childhood," Camden replied, her eyes sparkling with nostalgia.

I feel like a fish from the aquarium that was transferred to my natural habitat! Right now, Boss Blue was sitting in the kitchen island. He was waiting for me. He was now wearing a white t-shirt. It was just white t-shirt but why is it so damn sexy on my eyes? Great, Heidi. Now you are distracting yourself! To avoid myself getting distracted again, I decided to get a spoon and then gather some of the soup of the afritada. And then I was never ready when Boss Blue started to stand beside me. “Can I taste it?” He asked for which I quickly nodded.