She fixes me with a gaze and quickly lowers it, as if somehow shy or scared by the sexual tension that’s crackling between us.
We remain silent, her focusing on the cupcakes and me focusing solely on her. She is beautiful, stunning, she really is. Her shoulders suddenly stiffen as if she has become aware of my gaze on her, even with her back to me.
It is taking every ounce of my self-restraint not to pounce on her, ripping her clothes off to devour her, but I fight those basic urges. It’s not that I don’t think she senses this sizzle between us, she most definitely does, and yet, she seems wary of it. So, for now, I will be a gentleman—not an actual gentleman because I don’t think that is in my repertoire. Instead, I will rein in my primal urges and stop staring at her quite so much.
Moving from the door, I head for the fridge where I grab for a bottle of water. Holding it aloft in her direction, I gesture to it?
“Drink?”
“Yes, thanks,” she replies and continues to wield the icing bag on goodness knows what tray number of cakes she’s on.
Placing the bottle on the countertop near to where she works it dawns on me that her hands are kind of full.
“Would you like me to open it for you?” I point to the water.
“Please.”
Without giving it another thought, I twist the lid off and put the bottle to her mouth, tipping it up and allowing her to sip the liquid from it. She drinks some down, her neck moving in the most delightful way as she swallows it down and in that second my mind is back in the gutter, conjuring images of this woman on her knees, still swallowing, but certainly not water.
I could swear she knows what I’m thinking as the blush creeps up her face, then she pulls back, ending her drinking but not before a small drop of water escapes her lips, dribbling down her chin.
Fuck me! This woman has done the simple thing of having a drink of water and has me rock fucking solid.
So much for ridding myself of pornographic images! If I don’t put some distance between us, we are going to end up naked, and yet, I can’t bring myself to leave. What the fuck is that all about?
“Would you like a taste?”
I must look like a rabbit caught in headlights as I absorb her words and allow them to register in my mind. I am sure she must mean the icing but one look at her glittering dark eyes and the way her tits are almost heaving out of the confines of her vest disputes that.
“The icing?” I ask, thinking that this girl is a stranger and potentially she could just be teasing me, and the last thing I need is a slap or for Olivia’s dad to tell Mase that I have been sexually harassing his staff.
“If you like.” She grins and I am reassured that I am not going to get slapped but I might just get lucky.
“Why not?” I close the distance.
Slowly and deliberately, she squirts a small blob from the bag onto her finger to offer it to me. I immediately accept the sweet and sticky substance, sucking and lapping her finger in the most sexually explicit way I know, which considering the depths of my deprivation is pretty disgusting. The sound of her moans echo around us in the otherwise silent kitchen, spurring me on and she actually groans when I nip her fingertip confirming that we are both imagining that it is not her finger in my mouth. I pull her digit free and reach for the piping bag. With none of the finesse she showed when she wielded it, I am streaking the sticky sweet concoction on the skin between her breasts. She shudders and whilst it might be down to the temperature of the icing, I suspect it’s more to do with sexual arousal and expectation. I quickly lean forward and then with a single, deft upwards stroke of my tongue I consume the icing, which is, as I suspected, lemon.
“Mmm,” I rumble against her skin causing her chest to rise and fall which satisfies me hugely.
I am like a starving man here, in need of sustenance and she is the only meal that will satisfy my appetite. With her low, gravelly whimper, I am almost crippled. I don’t need any further encouragement it seems as I lunge forward and cover her lips with mine whilst lifting her, my hands full of her fleshy behind that I am using to hoist her up onto the counter where we begin to devour each other.
We are like animals on heat. Within seconds we are shedding clothes, briefly breaking our lip-to-lip contact in order to facilitate the removal of barriers. I am losing it here I realise when I end up fumbling like a fourteen-year-old boy, unable to find the clasp on her bra when she pushes me off.
“Front fastener, Stud,” she announces as she pushes her breasts towards me, the fastening now obvious.
I frown at my failure to figure her bra but then grin at her calling me Stud, which is ridiculous, but I don’t care and choose to reciprocate with nicknames. “Very nice, Cupcake,” I tell her as in one deft movement the clip is undone, the lace fabric gaping, allowing her glorious tits to come into view. “Fuck!” The sight of the perfectly full globes of her breasts, complete with tightly pulled, erect nipples that are as hard as bullets is truly glorious.
“Foreplay first.” She grins. “Foreplay, an orgasm and then the fuck,” she tells me before grabbing my head and pulling me back in to kiss her again.
I know that Kelly will give us enough time, but I don’t want to risk her, or anyone else busting us and I love a woman who knows what she wants so I need to get a move on with foreplay and an orgasm before we consider the fucking. Quickly, I relieve her of her sexy little shorts and even smaller pair of pants and am taken aback again to find her completely bare. Not that I haven’t known a bare woman before, but this woman is all contradictions with her big innocent eyes and naked pussy.
Slowly, deliberately she spreads her legs for me, and I am stunned to see her glistening pussy opening before my eyes. Yeah, she is a total paradox of a woman, but I find it hot. I reconsider my porn viewing and think I might just need to watch more, with this woman maybe. I lean in and kiss her again, but this time I worship her breasts at the same time, cupping, stroking and then squeezing the heavy, full globes before closing in on her tautly pulled nipples that have her crying out when I eventually reach them. I am deliberating feasting on them when she pulls one of my hands from her breast and places it between her splayed thighs.
“Dec, she whines. “Make me come before anyone else arrives.”
I am reminded by her words that we are at serious risk of being discovered and the last thing either of us wants is to be rumbled in such an obviously compromising position.
Clearly, I pause a little too long before replying because I feel her tense before she breaks our kiss and in a low whisper says, “Sorry, I don’t know why I’ve done this.”
