“How did the batter taste, Dash?” I asked, refocusing him.
But he didn’t let me.
“Good.” He leaned back in and kissed the top of my breast. At that moment, the batter was the last thing on my mind. I guided him lower, and he bit my nipple through the lace material of my shirt.
I hissed when he freed my nipple and pulled it between his teeth. There was another counter behind us, and he lifted my leg and put it on that. His body pressed against my middle, dick hard as he grinded against me.
“Dash.” I panted as I reached between us and rubbed his erection through his pants.
“Hmm?” He asked.
“Stop teasing me,” I warned him.
He stepped back, started to undo his belt, then his pants. He undid the button of my jeans as well, and I didn’t stop him. Instead, when they pooled around my heels, I stepped out of them. Leaving me completely exposed from the waist down in only my shirt and my heels.
I didn’t stop what I knew was bound to happen. I watched in anticipation, leg still up on the counter as I stuck my finger into his mouth. With that same hand, I began to play with my pussy. I could see the rise and fall of his chest as he undressed as well.
I threw my head back, the feeling of my own hands on my body doing everything I needed them to do in that moment.
He watched for a second and grabbed himself through the material of his pants, then he freed his dick. His dick was average size, not too big, not too small.
Then went into his pocket and pulled out a condom, tore the wrapper, and slid it down his shaft. I shifted a little more, allowing him better access. He pushed my hand and then teased my opening by dragging his dick up and down my entrance. I moaned and threw my head back.
Dash eased his dick inside me and then fucked me like we were enemies. He surprised me; there was nothing wholesome about this. It was rough and intense. I had to struggle to keep my footing in the heels that I was wearing.
The sound of the meat cooking in the oven and our panting and moaning filled the kitchen. His face was buried in my neck, and I scratched at his back. This was fucking. We fucked. There was no intimacy, no kissing, no softness, and no sensuality. Just our bodies and tension. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Oh fuck!” I panted as I reached backward and tried to grab onto something to no avail.
“I got you.” He assured me as he continued to fuck me into an orgasm.
After I announced that I was cumming he came right after. There was something so sexy about the feeling of it. The way his dick swelled and pulsated inside of me. He fell against me, and we tried to catch our breaths. Once his breathing regulated, he pulled out of me and put the condom and his dick back into his pants.
“Let me go to the bathroom real quick.” He said as he fixed his clothing so he could discard it properly.
Fine time to be sanitary,I thought to myself. I don’t know the food safety codes, but I knew what we had just done had to be in violation of a couple. I laughed at myself as I pulled my pants up and fixed my hair.
Dash came back to the kitchen just as the oven timer went off. Then I left to wash my hands and fix myself as well.
When I came back, he was putting the dessert in the oven and plating the food.
“You good?” he asked as I walked back in.
“Perfect.” I smiled.
“Come on, I’ll set a timer for the dessert, and we can go eat and talk.” He said, as he carried both plates, so I held the door open for him.
The food was good, and the conversation was even better. We laughed and joked the night away, and I was actually glad that I had accepted his invitation.
When the night was over and it was time to go, I got up to leave, and he walked me to the door.
“Thank you for dinner,” I said as I reached up to hug him.
“Anytime, I want to see you again.” He said as we embraced and his hands cupped my butt.
“Of course.”
I pushed the door open and greeted Big A, who was still standing outside after all this time.
