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She spins out of my grasp, slapping my hands away. “Yes, you are. Now let’s eat. We’ll have all day for play.”
I roll my eyes, sucking my teeth, then groan, begrudgingly pulling out a chair. I pause from taking a seat, thinking about the wet stain that’s sure to soak into the cushion if I do not place something over it. “You have my pussy so wet.” I smack her on the ass as I brush past her, walking out into the pantry.
She laughs. “Don’t blame that on me.”
“Oh, and you’re not wet?” I ask, walking back out into the kitchen holding a thick white towel in my hand.
She glances away from the stove, gazing at me over her shoulder. “I’m always wet for you, boo. Thought you knew.”
I wink at her, smiling. “I love me some you.” I lay the towel across the cushion of the chair, then sit down. “Now what you got to eat that’s better than eating you?”
“Girl, hush. Aside from this breakfast I made for you, there’s nothing better than you eating me, than me eating you. But that’s beside the point.”
“Pussy’s the breakfast of champions, sweetie,” I tease. “Thought you knew.”
She laughs, walking over to the counter for two plates. “I know you better eat before this food gets cold.” She returns placing one plate in front of me, then sits the other on the placemat next to me, pulling out her chair and sitting. She’s prepared vegetable omelets, turkey bacon, and potatoes with green peppers and onions. My stomach growls.
“How you spoil me. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you.”
“Well, maybe I should help you figure it out.” She leans over and kisses me lightly on the lips. “Eat.”
I smile at her. “I’d rather eat you.”
“And so you shall. But not until after you’ve eaten all of your breakfast.”
I laugh, lifting a forkful of potatoes to my mouth. We steal sly, flirty glances at one another, alternatively feeding each other from our plates until we’ve pretty much cleaned our plates. I’m ready to make love and cuddle, but Sasha’s obsessive need to have the kitchen clean before doing anything else will prevent her from letting go, from spontaneously fucking me. So I get up and help her with the task at hand so we can move onto more exciting things, like me having my way with her.
• • •
“Laila…” she breathes.
“Sssh.” I press my lips to hers, gaze into her eyes, then take a step back. “Take your clothes off.”
“Right here in the kitchen?”
“Yes, right here.” She suggests we take our play into the shower so that she can shower off the grime from the red-eye flight she was on. “That won’t be necessary,” I say, walking over to the island counter and pulling open the middle drawer, removing a wooden spoon. From another drawer I pull out a thick brown silicone dildo I keep hidden there in case I am in the mood for a quick fuck in the kitchen, like now. Dildos and butt plugs and other sex toys are tucked in miscellaneous drawers and closets throughout my loft.
Sasha’s eyes twinkle with anticipation as she eyes the wooden utensil and dildo in my hand. A sly grin spreads across my lips. “I want to fuck you right here. I’ve missed you, Sasha.”
“I’ve missed you, too.” She watches me watch her as she slowly removes her apron, then her blouse and bra. Next, she steps out of her skirt. She leaves on her purple panties and her heels. “My pussy has missed you, as well.”
“Then you won’t deny me.”
I watch her lick her lips. Her eyes darken with arousal. “No. Never.” She slips a hand between her legs.
I take a step toward her. Then another. Then another until I have her back pressed against the kitchen’s cool tile wall. My mouth brushes her ear and she shivers, turning her face until her lips meet mine. She opens her mouth to me. She wraps her arms around my waist. My tongue slips in as I draw her in closer, one hand closing on her hip, the other around the back of her neck. The urgent press of her pussy against my pelvis tells me she is as hot and wet and needy as I am.
I bite her neck lightly. She moans. My hands smooth over her ass, touch over the curve of her hips, then cup her breasts. Her nipples go hard as I alternately lick around each one, grazing them with my teeth. I pinch them between forefinger and thumb, then lick them, all over again, before sucking each one into my mouth.
Sasha’s moans as her hand eases its way down my body. I gasp when she finds her way to my treasure. She feels the wetness that has gathered between my thighs. I gently bite her bottom lip, and then move mouth from hers down the side of her neck, licking and kissing until I find her spot slightly above her collarbone. Sasha’s fingers moving steadily over my protruding, erect clit, then to my slit. My breath catches.
“Oh, yes. Mmm…”
I let one hand snake down into her damp panties, while the other teases her nipple. We are both moaning now as we purposefully run our fingers up and down the slick folds of each other’s cunts.
I dip a finger into hers.
She dips a finger into mine.
