Big Spoon Cuddling Novels & Stories

Why's your spoon so heavy? She lift the gold spoon like a body builder. "I think I'll grow some muscles just by using this spoon." She flex her arms and show her non existent muscles. I stop myself from smirking. I push all the food in her direction. She looks directly to my eyes and ask quietly "Are you sure?" He baby blues are full of hope and innocence. Must protect at all cost. The fuck? Where did that come from? I nodded at her. Sunshine shyly smile and thank me. I was surprise when she brings down her spoon and hold my hands to say grace.

Her gesture made him flinched when her soft hands held his hand, guiding his palms around the bowl. “I didn't spend an hour boiling the chicken until it's softened just so you could sip it through the spoon. Since there's only both of us inside the kitchen right now, no cameras and audiences, why don you try slurping it up?” Audrey applied a force on her hands to help him lift the bowl. “Don't you think it smells good? Now, hold it tight and never let it go until you finish drinking it.”

We end up with a spicy stir-fry that makes my tongue tingle with heat. We eat cross-legged on the living-room floor. The carpet feels rough beneath us. Sophie scoops up a bite and holds it to my lips. Her fingers brush my mouth on purpose. She drops her voice into a dramatic, sultry purr. “Open wide, darling.” I play along and pretend to swoon. We collapse into giggles. The plates end up a glorious mess of sauce and happiness. Her playfulness feels like the best goodbye gift she could ever give me.

It was playing Spongebob Squarepants while she sang along with the song. I rolled my eyes, tried to pay attention to the neighbour's music that was now faint because of our television. I managed to pick up with it and sank into the embrace of its melody. I didn't know when I slept off. *** "So, here's the plan." Caramel said, served my plates with some Bacon and eggs, filled our mugs with coffee. I began to stuff the food into my mouth. "What's the plan?" I managed to say with my mouth totally stuffed with food.

】 【They’ve only met a few hours and already acting like a couple? 【Isn’t love at first sight allowed? I’m shipping!】 【What’s their ship name?】 【…haven’t thought of one, let me see.】 I lifted the lid of the chicken pot. The aroma hit me—rich, savory, utterly tempting. 【I can smell it through the screen! I’m starving!】 【Me too! Only ginger and salt, but it smells amazing!】 【Simple is best. Drooling~】 We were still extremely broke, but with chicken soup and rice, it was a satisfying meal.

Hе scooped uр some mоrе саkе, tаkіng tіmе to аdd ѕоmе сrеаm and directed thе spoon tоwаrdѕ my mоuth again. I pressed my lірѕ tight tоgеthеr. “Dоn’t bother,” I muttered. I wаѕ nоt fаllіng fоr thаt trісk аgаіn. Hе nudged thе ѕрооn against mу lірѕ, and I rеluсtаntlу slowly opened my mоuth. He ѕlірреd the spoon inside, and I grоаnеd ѕоftlу at thе іnѕtаnt рlеаѕurе.

After having dinner and the champagne Joan and Jacky took all the dishes to the kitchen, leaving both of the men at the dining table. Father and son walked toward the window, warmed up against the cold with the fireplace blazing nearby. The previous night they were at his uncle's house opening presents. As usual, he got some books while his cousins got socks, his father another pipe, and Joan, a mini-primer. Jacky received more: a dress, books, a watch, and bangles of all colors. JC saw three boys riding on a sled. In their yard, two of them were throwing snowballs. There was a snowman in the middle facing his direction. He winked and threw a smile as if the snowman was alive.

Adam might as well have given him condoms when he asked him to stay away. “Want to try some of this?” Will asks, offering her his spoon. It looks like peanut butter and something mixed. Jaden’s grip tightens on her bowl but she politely nods. “Sure.” Will jumps down from the counter, leans close to her, and places the spoon at her lips. Her full, pink lips. They part as the spoon touches the outside of her mouth. Is he crazy? Quietly groaning, I make a grand show of turning and bumping into Will. His bowl falls to the floor with a runny plop and splatters against his shirt on the way down.

I took more spoons of the delicious concoction. He must have noticed my pleasure and surprise because I heard him chuckle. It was deep and sonorous in my ears. I was so distracted that the bowl slipped and its contents poured all over the towel. Louis jumped into action but the hot soup penetrated the towel and scalded my skin. I let out a yelp.

The gentle clinking of a spoon against porcelain echoed softly at the dining table. The scent of homemade chicken soup filled the room, seeping into the corners of Eliana’s unsettled mind. Shopia served the meal with care, even ladling the soup into Eliana’s bowl herself, like a real mother would. “This soup is made especially for you, Eliana. With real chicken bone broth and a touch of ginger. Good for warming the body… and the heart,” Shopia said gently, her eyes resting on Eliana with a warm, loving smile.