“If you dust your hands in the flour, it helps keep the dough from sticking to you,” she explains.
“Got it.” I stick my hands in the bag and coat them, but Tilly starts laughing. “What?”
“I sort of mean just a little.” She laughs.
“Well, it’s too late now.” I shrug and start moving the dough shapes to the tray.
When I’m done, my hands are still covered in flour, so I poke Tilly’s nose gently, leaving some behind. She laughs and pokes me in the cheek with her flour-covered hand. I take a little more on my hand and go to poke her face again, but when she moves at the last second, I end up covering her cheek completely. My jaw drops, but Tilly doesn’t miss a beat and grabs a handful to dump on my head. We’re hysterical, laughing at this point, just wasting the flour. As we toss it at each other, some falls to the floor, and as I move to get her, I end up falling on my ass.
“Oh, shit!” She stumbles toward me with a hand extended to help me, but I’m all laughs when I use her hand to pull her to the floor with me. Except she ends up falling right over me, and her body collapses on mine.
Her body is on top of me, and I gasp at the close contact. All I can smell is fresh-cut grass and apples. I don’t know if that’s her natural scent or some kind of body wash, but either way I want to keep smelling it.
“I want you,” she growls in my ear.
“What about the pies?”
“The dough’s in the fridge. We can always finish later…” Her voice trails, thick with lust as she looks me over. It’s as ifshe’s looking right through my clothes to picture me naked. It wouldn’t be the first time.
“Okay.” I nod, my cheeks burning. I think we’re going to head to the bedroom, but she doesn’t get off me and instead starts kissing my neck.
“Are we going to do it here?” I ask as she uses one hand to untie the apron.
“Yes. I want you right here. Right now,” she murmurs as she nibbles on my earlobe.
Our flour-stained hands paw at each other with just as much hunger. She slides her legs over me so she can straddle me while she leans in for a kiss. I taste a bit of flour as our lips meet, and we both laugh. I grab her body, pulling her ass toward me as she grinds on me. Her tongue slips in my mouth, and I groan at the familiar taste. She’s unbuttoning my top, and I can feel her fingertips brushing against the skin on my chest, making goose bumps appear. I tug at her T-shirt, pulling it over her head, thanking every god when I see she’s not wearing a bra, and dip my head to attach my mouth to her nipple.
“Holy fuck.” She moans, her head falling back as I suck harder.
I hum against her skin, my shirt getting tossed aside. Her skin is so soft, even smoother with the bit of flour still left on it. Her hands reach for my breasts, and she tugs on my nipples tightly. Groaning, I suck harder on hers. Rotating her hips, she grinds, trying to get more friction with my lower body, so I buck my hips toward her. I slide my hands into the back of her sweats and grab her ass through her panties. They’re nothing special—just black cotton—but her tight ass is amazing.
Her tongue dances across my lips as she pulls me in for a kiss. I can’t get enough of her lips, and I just want to keep kissing her as long as I possibly can. She slides off my lap and next to me on the floor. Our bodies rock against each other as she slides her legbetween my thighs, and I groan. Her knee brushes against my pussy, and I want to risk everything to have her fuck me right now. She’s kissing my neck, sucking gently. I wonder if she’s going to leave a mark. But truthfully, I wouldn’t care. It’s not like I care if anyone else knows about us—or whatever the hell this is. This time we have to talk about things. We can’t hook up for a third time without being adults about it. It’s time to face the music and know where we stand once and for all.
Tilly unbuttons my jeans and tugs them off, letting them fall to the side of us. Clad in just my thong, my ass is freezing on the cool tile floor, but I’m not complaining. I’m overheated everywhere else from Tilly. Her warm body and my skin are lava with how turned on I am from her. She pays my breasts attention, taking my nipples between her teeth and tugging roughly. Watching her green eyes gleam at me while she does is another level of hot. How the fuck am I supposed to think clearly when she looks at me like this? I can feel the desire dripping from her fingers. I’ve never had someone with this kind of want before. I know I’m soaked without her even touching my pussy—seeping through the very thin fabric of my thong. She reaches for my panties, but I move at the last second.
“I think we should take this to the bedroom—or at least wash our hands first,” I say, pulling away. Stopping is the last thing I want to do, but with the food on our hands, I can’t imagine that being good for our bodies.
“Shower?” Tilly’s eyes twinkle. I nod, and she extends a hand as she stands up. This time I take it, letting her help me up off the floor.
“Do you remember where my bedroom is?” she asks.
“Yes?” I raise an eyebrow, and she smiles.
“Good. The door on the left is the bathroom. I’ll be right behind you.” She winks. Slapping my ass, I start up the stairs, and I can feel her eyes on my ass the whole time. Laughing, Irace up the stairs, carrying my breasts so they don’t hit me in the face. She’s only seconds behind me, pulling my hand back into hers.
TWENTY-ONE
Tilly
As we make our way to the shower, her breasts sit on her stomach which is hanging over her panties. I love that she doesn’t shy away from her curves—she owns them. They are a part of her, and she knows they are beautiful. You can tell that by the way she walks and carries herself. I watch her ass up the stairs, the thin sliver of black tucked between her ass cheeks. I can’t wait to rip those off and have my way with her.
We make our way into the bathroom, and I reach in the shower to turn on the water. She had a good point; we’re covered in flour, and neither one of us wants a yeast infection. Not exactly sexy, when you think about it. As the water heats up, I push her panties aside, letting the lace tear lightly so I can dip my fingers into her folds. She moans, her auburn hair cascading all around her as she tosses her head back in pleasure. Dropping to my knees, I can’t help but ache for a taste. She puts one leg up on the side of the shower and I press my face between her thighs. I lick long, languid licks up and down her folds, tight circles around her clit and hold her by the waist to steady her. The last thing I’d want is her falling before we get to the good part.
“I want you to wrap those thighs around my head and let yourself come for me, baby,” I command.
“Mmm, okay,” she says breathlessly.
“I want to see you shaking before I stop,” I murmur. Licking her pussy is good, but I want her to be begging to cum. So I reach up for her large breasts and play with her nipples. One hand inside her, pumping in and out while the other tugs and twists her nipples just hard enough to make her moan. God, when she moans it is godly.
