“Like that?” He chuckles against my overheated flesh.
When he snakes out his tongue and runs it back and forth along my slit, a familiar coiling starts low in my belly. When he slides a finger inside me and curves it forward, my knees start to shake. The second finger brings me right to the edge of detonation, but it’s only when he tugs my clit with his teeth that everything spirals into oblivion. Between what he’s doing with his fingers and the pinprick of pain from what he’s doing with his mouth, I come hard.
“Fuck!” I howl as wave after wave washes over me, and then he presses on something deep inside that sends me over the edge again.
Finally, when I’m so blissed out my knees almost buckle, he gently puts my leg down and wraps his arms around me.
“That was fun,” he whispers against my hair.
“Yes. Yes, it was.”
Before he can answer, the oven timer goes off.
He chuckles. “That’s fortuitous timing.”
“We need to clean up before touching the food.”
“We do.”
We quickly wash our hands in the sink and then I get the pies out while he puts in two more.
“You have flour in your hair,” I say, grinning at him.
“Whose fault is that?” he counters, laughing.
I shrug innocently. “I dunno…”
“When do I get to try some different pies?”
“These are for sale,” I say as sternly as I can. “I can’t just cut a piece for you.”
“Well, I’m going to buy one, so tell me which one so I can have a slice.”
“I was going to let you have one of the chocolate peanut butter since I don’t bake those and if I need more, I can make them in the morning before work.”
“I already tried one of those,” he pretends to complain.
I arch my brows. “How many are you planning to take with you?”
“As many as I can fit in a shopping bag,” he replies.
“Really?” I hesitate.
“Yup. I was thinking four or five, so I can feed the crew.”
“Well, that means we’re going to be up late baking.”
“That’s okay.”
“Then you need to go into the dining room and bring in some boxes. They’re flat, you have to put them together, and I’ll need a dozen. And grab the roll of stickers that say Summer’s Sweets.”
“You got it.” He leaves the room and comes back a minute later with the items I asked for.
“I think the boxes are pretty self-explanatory,” I say, my hands buried in flour again. “You just fold all the sides, and there are little slots the pieces go into.”
“Yup. Got it.” He starts putting together the boxes. “How many pies will there be left if I take four?”
“I don’t know. I’ve got ten set up right now, and I’ll probably make four more, so I’ll only be short two for Dolly. And like I said, I can make the chocolate peanut butter before work. I can always make up the difference with half a dozen more of those.”
