I let out a strangled growl and, unable to stop myself, stride over to her. Lifting her under her buttocks, I plonk her on the messy bench, not caring that the bag of sugar topples all over the benchtop. She emits a little squeak, still holding the spoon—in fact, now she’s waving it at me provocatively.
“Are you planning to spank me with that thing?” I husk.
“Don’t tempt me.” Playfully, she taps the spoon on my nose, leaving a blob of vanilla-scented batter, and then she leans forward and licks it off.
But she doesn’t stop there.
She taps batter onto my jaw, then proceeds to lick it off. Next, she flicks cake mix on my neck, and like a kitten, licks that off too.
I grab the spoon from her.
She sticks her tongue out and grabs it back.
We wrestle over the spoon. I could easily remove it from her grasp, but finally I let her keep it. Instead, I dig my fingers into the nearby bowl, scoop out the last bit of cake mix and flick it at her.
Soon we’re both covered in the remains of the cake batter and laughing like a pair of younglings.
“I think I won,” she giggles.
“No, I did.”
“I know how to pick the winner.”
“How?”
“By seeing who can lick the most off the other.”
“Or kiss it off.” My head hovers lower, our lips almost grazing.
And then I kiss her, my tusks moving to either side of her cheeks as my lips descend on hers. My tongue glides into her mouth, and with a little moan, she drops the spoon on the floor and then her hands are around the back of my head, pulling me deeper into the kiss.
I slide my body between her legs and gods, the way she arches and raises her thighs to wrap them around my hips, locking on and pressing her crotch into me, just about blows my fuses.
We kiss. Hard and long, our tongues twisting and writhing together as we let out moans of pleasure, our hands roaming over each other’s bodies.
My cock is painfully hard already.
“I think we need a shower,” she murmurs. “Together.”
I answer by sweeping her off the bench, into my arms and once again, I’m carting my little human down the corridor, but this time to the shower.
In moments we’re feverishly pulling each other’s clothes off, and then I turn on the taps and lift her into the warm water.
The water rushes over us as we kiss, and my hard cock presses against her soft flesh.
I have no idea how I went without sex for two years, how I didn’t even consider it necessary. Because since meeting Clem, it feels like it’s all I want to be doing, and the only one I want to be doing it with is this perfect little green-eyed goddess.
“You make me feel… alive again…” I gasp against her lips.
“Oh yeah, I canfeelone part of you that isveryalive,” she giggles.
She works her hand between us, and I’m desperate to relieve my swollen cock. I jerk and a spring of precum spurts over her fingers.
She puts her hand to her lips and licks it off. “Yum. Better than cake,” she murmurs, and then we’re kissing again, and I want so badly to enter her, but my knot is just too big.
But she pulls back, her little face determined, and says, “I want you inside of me. I want to take your knot.”
“No Clem, I’m way too big for you.”
