“Needs a bit more salt.” you report as I make my way through the front door. “Whatcha cookin’ babe?” I respond. “Just a batch of those peanut butter cookies, love” I round the corner into the kitchen and I gasp. There you are – hair tied back with one of those cutesy hippie headbands, wearing ankle socks and your blue apron and not a damn thing else.
“Good God woman!” I manage to get out, your back turned to me so that I see your bare ass with your just barely discernible flour handprint on the right cheek. Throwing me a wicked smile as you glance back at me. “Wanna help me with this recipe?”
“You know it!” I quip, squeezing up behind you gently pressing your back to my chest, my weight pushing you into the counter slightly. I wrap my arms around you, slipping one in between the apron and you. I feel the imprint of your round breasts resting against my forearm. Pressing my lips to the base of your neck, I breathe out “What’s the next ingredient?”
You push back against me with your ass and feel my increasingly stiff cock through my jeans pressing itself between your cheeks. “I dunno, but I feel like I need a whole stick of butter to really set my cookie off ya know? I mean cookies, my cookies, plural.” – “Mmhmm, I knew exactly what you meant.” I say, grinning devilishly.
I take a small step backwards while spinning you around in one motion to face me. Immediately our tongues begin devouring each other as I reach behind you and tug roughly on the knotted bow holding the apron in place. With the apron strings now loose you break our kiss and pull the top loop over your head and allow the apron to fall into a pile at our feet.
Hungrily, you press your body to mine. I place little nibbling kisses on your earlobe and down your neck. My lips continue downward to your collarbone and make a dash for you upper chest. I linger there for a moment before making my way to the bulbous globes of your breasts. I nibble and suck at them as I watch your nipples become diamond hard. You feel the cool air against the wet saliva from my kisses making you visibly shiver and causing very pronounced goose bumps to form over your skin. I kneel and take your breasts in my hands. I tease both of your nipples with my tongue-swirling, licking, and sucking each between my lips one at a time. I press down with my teeth with just enough force that you wince and shudder feeling a surge of pain mixed with aching desire.
I lock eyes with you and you sense the blazing inferno of lust within me. Without breaking my gaze I lick my way down your tummy making a beeline for the honey pot of your sex. The heady scent of your wetness draws me ever closer. I see a single bead of your nectar making its way down the inside of your thigh.
I look at up at you again with a torrid heat in my stare “When I was a kid I never got to taste the batter until the cookies were in the oven. Now I can taste it anytime I fucking want.” And with that I bury my face into your center – my nose in your pubic mound and my tongue raking over your clit feverishly. Instantly your legs quiver and buckle a little and I steady you with my hands on your thighs. I continue my assault on your clitoris as I place two fingers into your opening and begin rubbing your front wall searching for your G-spot. “Next step – mix very well until batter reaches a creamy consistency.” I spout off in between strokes.
I look again to find your eyes in a thousand yard stare as you focus completely on the intense pleasure your are experiencing. Your breathy sighs and gentle moans become more frequent and urgent as your orgasm builds. Placing your legs over my shoulders I lift you up and set your naked ass on the edge of the countertop. I return to my work. With my tongue flattened I wag it over your saturated labia again and again. Your pussy and my face are a sloppy mess of your juices and my saliva.
With my fingers inside you again I tap against your g-spot repeatedly while I flick your clit with the end of my tongue. Your lust radiates throughout your body almost visibly as if you could watch the electricity travel from your core to the base of your spine all the way up to the pleasure center of your brain. You close your eyes in rapt ecstasy as you shudder, heave, and finally give in to your orgasm. “Agh fuck…I’m c…cumming….uh uh…damn…” you stammer out.
I continue to nibble and lick at your clit for several moments as you buck, shiver, moan and grunt again and again. “Ok..ok..ok….” you murmur as you push my head back because you have become oversensitive. “Damn, that…was…holy shit…I can’t catch my breath. That was so good. Come up here and kiss me. I want to taste the batter too!”
I rise up and our mouths meet again-your own taste and scent between us. My hunger becomes apparent as I grind myself against you. Your fumbling fingers rush to find my belt buckle as I shuck my shirt off to the side. Yanking my belt apart you expertly release the button of my jeans and pull my zipper down in one fluid motion. You shove your hands in and down the outside of my thighs to push my pants to the floor.
The fabric of my boxer briefs is stretched taut over my now concrete erection. You fold the material downward and my cock springs upward swatting against your palm. “I think we need to put this back into the bowl and mix a little longer” you declare – wrapping your fingers around my shaft and pulling me toward you. I let out a passionate grunt of agreement. Pushing forward I rest my forehead against yours as the head of my member rests at your entrance. There is almost zero resistance as I slide upward enveloping myself in your warmth. “Mmmm that’s good” we both say simultaneously.
I withdraw myself and push my hips forward driving into you again. Your velvety walls create a glossy sheen on my cock. Slowly we build up a rhythm. You match me stroke for stroke. We both moan and grunt as we fuck each other with a growing hunger. As the minutes pass we speed up and slow down repeatedly to prolong the intoxicating pleasure.
I can feel you begin your ritual of using your Kegels to tighten your grip on my shaft. You do this to me every time because it always drives you right to the edge of orgasm quickly. The truth is you know that it triggers me as well. I feel every buttery nook and cranny of your canal. “God I love the way you stir the batter baby” I groan out.
“Say, I think the oven has reached the right temperature” you say huskily. I see the heat flickering in your eyes and your brazen lusty smile and I know you are on the edge of cumming again. I pump into you with fervor my hands tight on your ass cheeks. Each thrust lifts you slightly off the counter.
Your staccato little moans echo through the house as you grow closer and closer to the precipice. I lean forward and take your earlobe in my mouth – nibbling and sucking at it. “You are the secret ingredient baby” I whisper right into your ear. “Cum for me lover. Let it go baby girl.” — I watch as your eyes close and your face flushes “Shit. shit. Shit. Fuck. that’s it. I’m…cum..mmm..ing”
Watching your body quiver with delight is all that it takes to push me over the edge. I feel my dick spasm and my balls contract. Your eyes fly open and you give me an impish wink and a grin. You place your hand on my abdomen and push me backwards as you slide me out of you. My cock erupts involuntarily, my thick ropy seed splattering your pink lips. Your pussy is now lacquered with my cum. Barely catching your breath you wipe a finger across your mound scooping up a bit of the cum on your finger. You bring it carefully to your lips and rake it across your waiting tongue. “Didn’t I say my cookie needed a bit more salt? This is just perfect.”
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Damn… just damn!