Big Spoon Little Spoon Cuddling Novels & Stories

He handed me the tea first, unwrapping me from my blanket, placing the hot water bottle on my stomach before wrapping me back in my burrito blanket again. I took few sips of the tea while he pulled me back into his lap, he opened my chocolate bar and let me have small bites slowly, all this did make me feel better now. I enjoyed my cuddle session, once my tea and chocolate were over, I went back to sucking on daddy's neck happily, it's the best place to be in. "Sophie" daddy says trying to pull me away from his neck. "Little one, let daddy's neck go" he says through our bond, I was surprised, forgetting that we now share this connection. I let him go and pull back a pout, he smiled at me and

Slowly, the hall returned to its rhythm: Spoons scraping bowls. Soft conversation. A child being hushed by an older woman. The clatter of a dropped cup. Life continues, even in the shadows. I lifted the spoon, hands trembling slightly, and tasted the broth. Warm. Savory. Real. And unexpectedly comforting. Jessa smiled when she saw my expression. “Told you. The little things.” She nudged my knee lightly under the table, a simple gesture that said: You’re not alone here. Not while I’m with you. And for the first time all morning -

"I would love to Baby. Let's get into bed and take a little nap though, Okay?" "Mmm, I'd like that." They wiggle around until they can get the covers from under them and then pull back over them. Cuddled up like the old days they drift off to a nap. About an hour later they slowly wake but Dan notes they had slipped into a big spoon, little spoon position and loves this a bit more. He also finds his hand cupping one of Sammie's small boobs and lightly starts playing with her nipple. Sam moans at the attention and pushes her hips back into Dan. Sammie starts thinking about her boobs and worries they aren't big enough for him.

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.

He rubs her back and she gestures to the problematic spoons, “I don’t see a difference, the size is the same, the position on the table is virtually indistinguishable from this other spoon. But using it for anything other than its intended purpose is ‘frowned upon most deeply’.” She sighs, giving up for now. George has again chosen her food for her, as she’s been drowning in the spoon section, struggling to see the spoons for the other mildly different spoons. George looks at the spoons in question, and frowns,

“One more spoon. This is the last one. I promise,” Ariella said to her mother while feeding her that healthy mixed vegetables soup which she had prepared for her. Her mother sighed and then drank the soup from the spoon which she had been extending towards her mouth and it made Shyla clap slowly in happiness.

Instead, the twins immediately dropped their plastic spoons, their faces lighting up with pure, unadulterated joy. Briar let out a loud, delighted squeal, kicking her chubby legs against the highchair as she reached both of her oatmeal-covered hands out toward her father. Caspian was bouncing so hard his chair rattled, flashing a smile right at his mother. It was absolute, beautiful chaos, and it was entirely driven by laughter, not fear.

Corinne brought some baby food for Joey. She told him to stop playing for a while and have dinner first. Joey was very obedient. He swiftly put down the toy and got off the bed to eat his dinner. Corinne taught him to eat with a spoon, and Joey followed suit with a nod. His movements might be a bit clumsy, but he was able to learn how to eat.

Squeezing his body harder against mine, the edge of the metal tray pushes into my stomach as Bennett leans across me and grabs a long wooden spoon from the carafe of them I keep on the table. "My spoon?" I ask, watching him select one. He slaps the bottom of the spoon on the table, the banging loud and unexpected causing me to jump. "Don't ask questions." Holy shit. My pussy convulses. This kind of bossy Bennett I could get used to. Maybe.

“Squishy starfish is just one of them.” Sebastian entered behind her, looking slightly more awake than usual but still groggy enough to be adorable. He carried two coffee mugs, one of which he passed to me. “Don’t fight her,” he said with a smirk. “The baby’s officially obsessed.” “So is your wife,” I added, watching as Shelly planted kisses all over Aubree’s chubby cheeks. “She drooled on me this morning,” Shelly announced like it was an award. “Right on my mouth. I think that means we’re bonded for life.”