Chapter 23

Grace dragged herself into the house after a late shift and saw Ed's happy smile over the back of the couch. She couldn't help but smile in return. He just had that effect on her.

"Did you eat?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"Did you eat food?" he growled.

She smirked. He was concerned for her health. "Are toaster pastries food?"

"Augh! Sit here and I'll make you a sandwich!" Ed jumped from the couch and rushed into the kitchen.

She plopped herself onto his spot on the sofa and soaked in the warmth he'd left behind. She heard him bustling around in the kitchen and smiled. He was so good to her.

Ed returned with a ham, tomato, lettuce, cheese, and mayo on white sandwich and a glass of milk. He placed the plate on the coffee table and she saw he'd cut the crusts off for her just like she liked. He cuddled in next to her and held the plate in front of her.

"This is food. Eat it," he teased.

She fake glared at him and picked up half of the sandwich and took a bite. Her taste buds immediately cheered as the flavors of the fresh tomato blended perfectly with the saltiness of the ham, the creaminess of the mayo, and the crisp crunch of the lettuce. Most importantly the bread was soft and fresh! Ed had been generous with the black pepper like she preferred as well. Her eyes closed in bliss as she chewed. Four more bites and she was ready for the second half. She looked at the plate and it was gone. She glanced at Ed and he was about to bite down on it as he grinned at her.

"Hey! That's mine!" she barked and launched herself over him on the couch to grab the sandwich back. She caught him off guard and landed on his sprawled out body. She snatched the sandwich from his frozen fingers and wolfed it down in victory. Once she'd swallowed the last bite and licked her fingers clean she looked down at Ed who wasn't moving. She suddenly realized she was stretched out over his body with her heavy boobs pressing against his face. His eyes were a little glassy and his face was red. She pushed herself down his body and felt a large, hard lump in his pants pressing against her mound. As she slid down she suddenly realized the scale of the object she was feeling. She looked at Ed's eyes in shock and he suddenly looked petrified. He sat up and lifted her onto the couch cushion so he could move.

"I'm going to head off to bed now. Good night Grace!" he mumbled and rushed away. She looked after his retreating form, her head spinning. Was that his cock? Did she make it that hard? She thought back to his expression when her tits were squeezed against his face. Embarrassment or had he been excited? She looked after him again and was about to follow when she realized she was probably projecting her own desire for him onto his actions. Fuck, he felt so big!