[MF] Butter

I was just starting the cake when my wife got home from work. Two sticks of butter and three cups of sugar creaming in the stand mixer with a teaspoon of vanilla as i watched. I was in jeans and a white v-neck under the “kiss the cook” apron she had given me our first Christmas together when she padded into the kitchen in a her black dress and stocking feet. Grinning at the tell-tale whur of the mixer and the sight of me with my hands scraping down the sides of the metal mixing bowl.

“White cake?” she asked hopefully as she stood on tiptoes in anticipation of the kiss

“Nope! poundcake!” I said as I leaned to press my lips to hers

She let out an excited squeal and pounced on me. Making me scramble to keep my balance as her tiny body drove into me and i was tangled in her arms. For someone so small, she is surprisingly strong when it comes to bear hugs and I laughed as i hugged her back, keeping my butter and sugar coated hands from her dress “welcome home sprinkle butt”

She turned her head and freed an arm to catch my wrist…tugging my hand to her lips and closing them around my finger tip. Sucking at the sweet, buttery coating and licking it as she purred. She pulled away but held onto my wrist as she stared at the next finger, raising an eyebrow.

“You put vanilla in the butter?….Bear face, you put the vanilla in the milk~” she teased before sucking the next finger. Her eyes falling closed as she savored the taste.

“I know….i just like the smell of it mixed with the sugar….and its just a teaspoon…i was going to put the other in the milk” I confess…only a little defensive. I bit my lip as she wiggled against me…drawing my attention to the sudden throbbing pulse straining at my jeans.

I let out a growl and lowered my head to take the tip of her ear in my mouth…she went rigid and gasped…hand rising to rest against my bearded cheek as i felt a shiver run up her back. I grinned, suckling at the soft bit of flesh….I had missed her all day, and as i relinquished her ear I was feeling rather…aggressive…remembering a fantasy I had teased her with a few weeks prior as i glanced at the bowl.

I spoke calmly and clearly, in a low and level voice….”Go into the living room and take off your clothes. Fold them neatly and sit them in a pile on the couch. Then lay down on the floor…. on your belly ….and wait for me.”

She let out a little moan but teased “Make me~”

My buttery hand wrapped around her throat, pulling her back against me, the tight curve of her lovely bottom pressing against the hard bulge under the apron. “hmmmmm………Do it and I will make you pancakes with bananas foster and vanilla ice cream for breakfast…… and I’ll eat you out under the table after you finish….”

She bit her lip for a moment, pretending to consider. I growled impatiently.

“And I will go get those Cheetos fries and chocolate milk while you shower”

She laughed and nipped my arm. pulling away…pattering quickly form the room with a shout of “okii”

I gave her a few moments as I tugged off my apron and undressed. Leaving a heap of clothes on the counter. On a whim, I put the apron back on. Gasping as the heavy fabric brushed across my wet and throbbing member….Tying it in a little bow before picking up the bowl and going joining my wife on the hardwood floor of the living room.

She was laying on her belly, as instructed. Her bare body a collection of athletic lines and blissful curves. I smiled when i saw she had left the lacy black panties on. I sunk my hands into the bowl as I knelt beside her, rubbing a fistful of the soft, vanilla scented butter and sugar across my palms in a thick coat. I leaned over her and took the fabric of her only garment in my teeth and tugged it down her thighs with a growl. She giggled as she wiggled to help me and then gasped as i took her bare bottom in a kneading squeeze.

I indulged myself. massaging her skin with the glistening mixture. rubbing it and watching the light glitter off the tiny granules of sugar. Down her thighs and calves then across the small of her back. I pressed my mouth to her flesh and sucked the sweet coating as i nibbled at her butt and slid my slick hands over her shoulders. He hands, her feet, the nape of her neck. Tasting as i worked. Licking. kissing….

She rolled over without me needing to ask. Parting her legs slightly to show me her drooling sex. Watching me with wide eyes as I coated her hips and belly. She let out a desperate moan as I reached her breasts. Her nipples hard under my fingertips as i teased them in gliding, circles. I pressed my fingers between her lips once more as I worshiped the her tiny form with my mouth. Her back arched and she cried out as I pressed my lips around the tips of her breasts with a suck.

I lost the apron at some point. Her fingers finding my mouth as her other sugar-coated hand wrapped around my shaft. Her mouth found the dripping head next. Her moan vibrating through my body as she took my cock into her mouth. I came for her within moments. My moans of her name echoing off the walls.

Then she let me have my turn. My face pressed between her legs sucking at the soft wet mound…moaning as the sweet nectar coated my chin…her thighs squeezing against me as her body collapsed around my tongue. She came three times before she finally pushed me away. Tackling me onto my back and straddling over my hips as she impaled herself on me. Riding me with a desperate greed as i suckled at her breasts. We came together and collapsed into a shivering whimpering heap. Cuddling on the floor until we could finally tear ourselves away from each other.

I kept my promise. My wife returned from the shower to find me waiting on the couch with chocolate milk and flamin’ hot fries (I had gotten myself a blue slurpie, which we shared) and we fell asleep in each other’s arms sprawled across the couch.

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