He resisted the urge to hug her at sharing so much. He hated knowing that she’d gone for long periods of time during her days on just an egg. It wasn’t enough.
“Now, use your fork to pull the flour in and start making the dough mixture.”
While she did that, he pulled out a bench knife.
“It might get a little messy,” he warned as he came up behind her and showed her how to knead the dough.
His fingers covered hers as they pressed and pulled the dough together to keep mixing it. He showed her how to usethe bench knife to scoop up the remaining flour and eggs to add it back to the mixture, while keeping Kara’s body between him and the counter. Her body was soft and warm, her round ass pressing teasingly against his groin. Her cheeks were flushed as he stroked his knuckles down her arm teasingly. They were going to get flour everywhere, but he didn’t really care. He continued to whisper instructions to her, relishing the way the wild waves of her hair tickled his chin and the faint vanilla scent of her shampoo made him hungry for her in a way he’d never felt for any woman before. It felt so primal, so raw, that hunger that burned in his veins. This woman made himravenous.
“Who knew making spaghetti was so…” her voice trailed off.
“So sensual?” He mused as he once more guided her hands with his to knead and press the dough over and over. What he really wanted to do was cup and knead her luscious breasts. He wanted to hear her catch her breath as he nibbled on her ear, but he had to content himself with this instead.
“Umm…” She was breathing a little faster now as he lightly pressed his hips against her from behind, letting her feel his hard cock nestled against her round ass. He should have taught her this lesson naked he realized with regret.Next time, he vowed.
His mouth pressed to her ear and he flicked his tongue inside the delicate whorl. She gasped, tensing and pressing back against him instinctively.
“Angelo…” his name with a breathless sigh that sounded like heaven when it came from her.
“Keep kneading the dough,” he commanded as he slid one hand down her side to between her legs. Even though she wore jeans he was able to cup her between her legs, rubbing her clit through the fabric.
“Oh God…” she jerked in response.
“Don’t stop,” he reminded with a playful chuckle. She pounded the ball of dough against the counter aggressively as he started up a rhythm of rubbing and pressing against her pussy.
She rocked her hips against his hand as she tried to keep working but he knew his touches and caresses were completely distracting her, just the way he hoped they would.
Her breath sped up as his mouth moved from her ear to her neck. He lightly brushed her red hair away from her creamy skin. He kissed and licked her and then lightly bit her throat as she let out a breathless shriek. Her hips jerked against his palm between her legs as she came apart. She sagged back against him seconds later, relaxed and panting. He used his strength to hold her in place.
It was the most amazing feeling in the world to have this woman relax against him.
You’re safe with me, he silently whispered, hoping her body would always know that when he touched her.
He nuzzled her cheek, kissed it and gently balled up the dough that she’d scrunched in her hands. He reached for the saran wrap he’d set out on the counter earlier and wrapped the dough inside it.
“You okay?” he asked, his body still gently pressed to hers.
She giggled, the sound husky. It made him almost drunk with joy. He loved the relaxed and happy sounds she made.
“You’re terrible,” she finally said as he stepped away to put the dough in the fridge to chill. “You were supposed to be teaching me how to make spaghetti. Not getting me off like that.”
“But I did and youlikedit,” he added to her statement. She blushed with a nod. He came back over to her and grasped the bottom of her apron, using it to pull her toward him so she was in his arms again.
“We’re getting flour everywhere,” she murmured.
“Do you mind?” he asked before he stole a soft, hot kiss. He loved the feel of her smiling lips against his. Tasting her joy was intoxicating.
“Hmmm… no,” she decided, still smiling as he briefly opened his eyes to study her face. For an instant, he saw her unguarded, open to him, and he took immense gratification in knowing that she could let her walls down, even for just a few minutes.
“Good.” He kissed her again, enjoying the taste of her lips and the soft sound she made as he used his tongue to entice hers to play with his. Kissing her was a pleasure he would never tire of.
Kara wrapped her arms around his neck and he picked her up, lifting her up onto the counter so he could she could wrap her legs around him. He groaned at the delicious contact of their bodies as he pressed his groin against hers. He swallowed the flash of pain his staples caused as he lifted his face to hide his expression from her. He didn’t want her to see him in pain, to remind her what had happened. It would be a setback neither of them wanted. Kara’s lips kissed hot little paths up and down his throat as he let the pain in his abdomen subside beneath the building pleasure of her exploring kisses. What a true pleasure it was to experience her desire for him, to know she was as lost in this moment as he was.
He threaded his fingers in the silky, red waves of her hair and held her captive to his mouth while he deepened the kiss. She sighed and tilted her head back to let him kiss her chin, her neck and then back up to her mouth. He could have savored her for days, for weeks… for the rest of his life, just like this. The floral scent of her skin, the slight salt of it beneath his exploring tongue. She was a feast for his eyes and his mouth.
“I could get lost in you,” he confessed against her skin.
Kara shivered at his words and held on to him a little tighter. “Then lose yourself…”
