The muted but quick sound of a whisk hitting the sides of a bowl through thick and creamy batter, and the warm smell of vanilla tinged with a hint of nutmeg and cinnamon tell me that someone is in the kitchen baking. I slip out of bed into a sheer silken robe, and then head to the kitchen, following the delectable scent wafting down the hallway. You're standing there, shirtless, with the mixing bowl in one hand and a whisk in the other, two cake-shaped silhouettes rising in the oven. You grin at me from behind the kitchen counter as I walk in, then ask if I'd like to join you in a little "baking lesson."
Laughing, I grab the bowl of what looks like brownie batter from you, breathing in the simultaneous scents of your sexy aroma and rich dark chocolate. I open the fridge, grab an egg, noticing from the shells that you only added two, not three like the recipe calls for, and crack it over the bowl. It's time to show you how I do things in this kitchen, and you laugh at my determination to best you at baking. I beat in the egg, a little too overenthusiastically, splattering drops of chocolaty batter on my neck and breasts.
Without warning, I feel your tongue on my neck, licking the chocolaty mess off, then sliding down to my breasts, caressing my nipples with your tongue after licking the batter off. You take the bowel from me and set in on the counter. I slowly remove the dripping whisk from the bowel, licking the batter off, eyes locked with yours. "That's what I'm going to do to you cock," I tell you, teasing you as I slowly lick the thick creamy batter off the whisk. My tongue moves up and down the metal, then in between the wires of the whisk as I lick up the creamy batter. I can see your hard on against the fabric of your jeans, you know what I can do with this tongue of mine, you want to feel my mouth around that long, thick cock of yours, caressing every delicious inch with my warm, wet tongue.
I drop the whisk into the soapy water of the sink, and pull myself closer to you, brushing my fingers lightly across your jaw, letting my lips move with yours, giving you a taste of the chocolate batter still hanging on my lips. I kneel down, loosening your pants and letting my hands slide around your thick, rock hard cock. I press my lips to the head, running my tongue down the length of the shaft. Feeling you get harder in my mouth, I move my mouth and tongue faster, enjoying the feel and taste in my mouth. I take you in deeper, muffled moans of pleasure escaping from me as I feel you throb.
You can't take it anymore, slipping the robe off my shoulders and letting it drop to the floor, you prepare to take me right here in the kitchen. I stand up, and you lift me up onto the counter thrusting your hard cock into my dripping wet pussy without a second thought. I moan your name, feeling your throbbing cock deep inside me, cum dripping down my thigh as you thrust deeper and deeper into me. The ecstasy, the enthralling movement of our bodies, the deep hard thrusts bringing us both closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. I almost scream your name as you tangle your hands in my hair and thrust even faster into me. I can't take it anymore; my body takes over, every nerve buzzing with erotic pleasure as you finally send me over the edge. Sultry moans and spine arching pleasure course through my body, as finally I collapse on the counter. Bare skin against the cool marble, I hear you whisper in my ear, "And that was just the first ingredient."
The New Intimacy