Tempt Me, Taste Me, Touch Me
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A large hand cupped her bottom. "Bread:
Rose gasped in surprise at Jack's quick movements, as well as the fact that he had woken up from a deep sleep to talk about dreaded carbs.
His eyelids opened, and his vivid green eyes smiled down at Rose's gaping mouth. "Let's make bread' he said, and it was all she could do to nod.
Especially when he added, "I've just got one thing to take care of first' then proceeded to disappear beneath the covers and show her that he was, indeed, a master when it came to tasting things slowly, deliberately, and thoroughly.
FEELING MORE THAN A LITTLE NAUGHTY, Rose put on one of the aprons hanging on a hook beside Jack's fridge. She didn't have any clean clothes with her, so she was wearing one of Jack's T-shirts. It covered her from her neck to her knees, but with the worn cotton sliding against her naked br**sts and thighs, she felt sexier than if she'd been wearing the most seductive lingerie.
She couldn't remember the last time she hadn't strapped herself into one of her chest compressors the minute she'd gotten out of bed. Jack, who was shooting her chest lusty glances from inside the pantry, where they were gathering ingredients, liked her free-swinging boobs quite a bit.
Underwear was overrated. Rather than waste all that time searching for the perfect undergarment in Victoria's Secret, she could be spending her time having sex. Naughty, perfect sex. Her ni**les hardened beneath Jack's T-shirt and apron, and when she looked up from her musings, the look on his face snatched her breath. His gaze locked on her tight, aching, cotton-covered ni**les.
Giggling, Rose marveled at how perfect and sexy Jack made her feel. Like she was at least as capable of turning a guy on as a size two was. She pointed to the top shelf of the walk-in pantry and said, "I think I need some help reaching the honey:'
She'd never played the helpless female card in all her thirty years. As a top-earning accountant who could take care of her own bills with her paycheck and could take care of her own orgasms with an array of mailorder dildos, she'd never needed to.
Then again, she'd never had wild and raunchy sex with a gorgeous stranger minutes after saying hello, either.
Jack narrowed his eyes, but he didn't argue. Instead he pressed himself up against her, his front to her back, his hard, thick c**k pressing against her soft, round ass. As he reached up for the bottle of honey, his breath tickled her ear as he said, "In medieval times, seducers would ply their lovers with a fermented drink made with honey'
Instinctively, Rose shifted her bottom into Jack's hard-on. His hand slipped under the hem of her T-shirt, and she held her breath as she waited for his wonderfully calloused finger to find her clitoris. He was close, so close, and she was soaked and ready for his touch. Ready to come again even though he'd just thoroughly laved her with his tongue beneath the sheets.
When his finger finally found her, it was sticky. With honey. Another aphrodisiac.
She moaned as she pressed her face into a bag of lemons, her behind into his huge penis, barely covered by boxers. She opened her legs wider, and he settled his thick shaft between her butt cheeks, while his fingers pressed soft, sticky circles against her clitoris.
"I can't wait, Rose' His voice was rough as he pressed his hips into her.
Moments later he was kneeling on the floor of the pantry, his face on her pu**y, his lips on her clit, sucking and licking and devouring. Within seconds she was coming again. Hard. So hard she was screaming with pleasure.
Somewhere in the back of her consciousness she heard paper tear, and then he was pulling her down onto his lap and she was taking him in again. His shaft pressed deep into her cunt as she straddled his hips. She drove herself up and down, down and up on his glorious penis, taking him deeper than she'd ever thought possible, and yet it wasn't deep enough.
She couldn't get enough of this man.
This wonderful lover who gave her more than any woman had a right to expect.
Everything exploded, reds to blues to greens to blacks, as one orgasm morphed into the next. Jack was sucking her hard ni**les through the soft cotton of his T-shirt, his hands playing with her oh-so-sensitive flesh beneath the fabric, and the friction of tongue on cotton on skin was delicious.
"Rose; Jack said in a husky voice that Rose could have sworn was filled with wonder, "you're incredible' Exhausted from her three orgasms that morning-so far, anyway-she couldn't so much as manage a thankyou. Her stomach rumbled loudly and broke the spell. Pulling her head off Jack's broad shoulder, she took a page from Jack's book and said, in a repeat of his performance that morning in bed, "Bread." He grinned, and she marveled yet again at how one minute she was mating with Jack like their bodies had been created for one another, and the next they were smiling and laughing, like she would with her girlfriends.
Only Carrie and Vanessa had never made jokes with a nine inch c**k buried in her. That crazy thought gave Rose a fit of giggles.
"What's so funny?" Jack said, but Rose was laughing too hard to tell him, and soon he joined in. Together they laughed at nothing on the floor of his pantry, their bodies still entwined, the erotic art of bread-making forgotten.
"GOOD THING I DIDN'T MEET YOU in cooking school' Jack mused fifteen minutes later as he watched Rose sprinkle yeast and sugar over warm water in a small bowl before stirring them together. They were finally getting started with today's buttermilk-honey bread recipe.
"If you'd been around to tempt me, I wouldn't have made it past Introduction to Dishwashing." Following his directions, Rose moved slightly to her right to combine buttermilk, butter, honey, and the yeast mixture in a large bowl. ''Are there any female instructors at the Cordon Bleu?" she asked, her voice all innocence as she added salt and flour and concentrated on whisking.
Jack raised an eyebrow, wondering where she was going with her question. "Of course." She shrugged, and in that straightforward manner that never failed to turn him on, said, "In that case you could have slept your way to an A."
He grinned as she added the remaining flour a half cup at a time. When she reached for the wooden spoon to beat the dough with, he reached for her. "You're the only one who's ever figured out my secret to a diploma with honors'
He bent his head down to capture her sweet, naturally red lips.
He licked at the spot of flour in the corner of her lower lip, then moved in, his tongue slipping against hers, sliding into her mouth, his lips hard, then soft, on hers.
"You taste like honey; he said, "everywhere' He could feel her blush without having to see it. Rose, perfect, lush Rose, was a continual contradiction. Capable of whipping him into a sexual frenzy one moment, skewering him with her smart mouth the next. Looking so uncertain and self-conscious in her sexy red dress, only to tie him to the bed with it hours later.
A large hand cupped her bottom. "Bread:
Rose gasped in surprise at Jack's quick movements, as well as the fact that he had woken up from a deep sleep to talk about dreaded carbs.
His eyelids opened, and his vivid green eyes smiled down at Rose's gaping mouth. "Let's make bread' he said, and it was all she could do to nod.
Especially when he added, "I've just got one thing to take care of first' then proceeded to disappear beneath the covers and show her that he was, indeed, a master when it came to tasting things slowly, deliberately, and thoroughly.
FEELING MORE THAN A LITTLE NAUGHTY, Rose put on one of the aprons hanging on a hook beside Jack's fridge. She didn't have any clean clothes with her, so she was wearing one of Jack's T-shirts. It covered her from her neck to her knees, but with the worn cotton sliding against her naked br**sts and thighs, she felt sexier than if she'd been wearing the most seductive lingerie.
She couldn't remember the last time she hadn't strapped herself into one of her chest compressors the minute she'd gotten out of bed. Jack, who was shooting her chest lusty glances from inside the pantry, where they were gathering ingredients, liked her free-swinging boobs quite a bit.
Underwear was overrated. Rather than waste all that time searching for the perfect undergarment in Victoria's Secret, she could be spending her time having sex. Naughty, perfect sex. Her ni**les hardened beneath Jack's T-shirt and apron, and when she looked up from her musings, the look on his face snatched her breath. His gaze locked on her tight, aching, cotton-covered ni**les.
Giggling, Rose marveled at how perfect and sexy Jack made her feel. Like she was at least as capable of turning a guy on as a size two was. She pointed to the top shelf of the walk-in pantry and said, "I think I need some help reaching the honey:'
She'd never played the helpless female card in all her thirty years. As a top-earning accountant who could take care of her own bills with her paycheck and could take care of her own orgasms with an array of mailorder dildos, she'd never needed to.
Then again, she'd never had wild and raunchy sex with a gorgeous stranger minutes after saying hello, either.
Jack narrowed his eyes, but he didn't argue. Instead he pressed himself up against her, his front to her back, his hard, thick c**k pressing against her soft, round ass. As he reached up for the bottle of honey, his breath tickled her ear as he said, "In medieval times, seducers would ply their lovers with a fermented drink made with honey'
Instinctively, Rose shifted her bottom into Jack's hard-on. His hand slipped under the hem of her T-shirt, and she held her breath as she waited for his wonderfully calloused finger to find her clitoris. He was close, so close, and she was soaked and ready for his touch. Ready to come again even though he'd just thoroughly laved her with his tongue beneath the sheets.
When his finger finally found her, it was sticky. With honey. Another aphrodisiac.
She moaned as she pressed her face into a bag of lemons, her behind into his huge penis, barely covered by boxers. She opened her legs wider, and he settled his thick shaft between her butt cheeks, while his fingers pressed soft, sticky circles against her clitoris.
"I can't wait, Rose' His voice was rough as he pressed his hips into her.
Moments later he was kneeling on the floor of the pantry, his face on her pu**y, his lips on her clit, sucking and licking and devouring. Within seconds she was coming again. Hard. So hard she was screaming with pleasure.
Somewhere in the back of her consciousness she heard paper tear, and then he was pulling her down onto his lap and she was taking him in again. His shaft pressed deep into her cunt as she straddled his hips. She drove herself up and down, down and up on his glorious penis, taking him deeper than she'd ever thought possible, and yet it wasn't deep enough.
She couldn't get enough of this man.
This wonderful lover who gave her more than any woman had a right to expect.
Everything exploded, reds to blues to greens to blacks, as one orgasm morphed into the next. Jack was sucking her hard ni**les through the soft cotton of his T-shirt, his hands playing with her oh-so-sensitive flesh beneath the fabric, and the friction of tongue on cotton on skin was delicious.
"Rose; Jack said in a husky voice that Rose could have sworn was filled with wonder, "you're incredible' Exhausted from her three orgasms that morning-so far, anyway-she couldn't so much as manage a thankyou. Her stomach rumbled loudly and broke the spell. Pulling her head off Jack's broad shoulder, she took a page from Jack's book and said, in a repeat of his performance that morning in bed, "Bread." He grinned, and she marveled yet again at how one minute she was mating with Jack like their bodies had been created for one another, and the next they were smiling and laughing, like she would with her girlfriends.
Only Carrie and Vanessa had never made jokes with a nine inch c**k buried in her. That crazy thought gave Rose a fit of giggles.
"What's so funny?" Jack said, but Rose was laughing too hard to tell him, and soon he joined in. Together they laughed at nothing on the floor of his pantry, their bodies still entwined, the erotic art of bread-making forgotten.
"GOOD THING I DIDN'T MEET YOU in cooking school' Jack mused fifteen minutes later as he watched Rose sprinkle yeast and sugar over warm water in a small bowl before stirring them together. They were finally getting started with today's buttermilk-honey bread recipe.
"If you'd been around to tempt me, I wouldn't have made it past Introduction to Dishwashing." Following his directions, Rose moved slightly to her right to combine buttermilk, butter, honey, and the yeast mixture in a large bowl. ''Are there any female instructors at the Cordon Bleu?" she asked, her voice all innocence as she added salt and flour and concentrated on whisking.
Jack raised an eyebrow, wondering where she was going with her question. "Of course." She shrugged, and in that straightforward manner that never failed to turn him on, said, "In that case you could have slept your way to an A."
He grinned as she added the remaining flour a half cup at a time. When she reached for the wooden spoon to beat the dough with, he reached for her. "You're the only one who's ever figured out my secret to a diploma with honors'
He bent his head down to capture her sweet, naturally red lips.
He licked at the spot of flour in the corner of her lower lip, then moved in, his tongue slipping against hers, sliding into her mouth, his lips hard, then soft, on hers.
"You taste like honey; he said, "everywhere' He could feel her blush without having to see it. Rose, perfect, lush Rose, was a continual contradiction. Capable of whipping him into a sexual frenzy one moment, skewering him with her smart mouth the next. Looking so uncertain and self-conscious in her sexy red dress, only to tie him to the bed with it hours later.
