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“And this is where we store the ladles,” I tell Emma.
Never has a girl been this interested in my job, let alone looked at my collection of utensils with this kind of genuine approval.
She grabs one of the ladles, letting the cool handle run over her palm. “This is a big one. Is it meant to scoop soup for giants or something?”
I laugh at her innocent remarks. “It gets the job done faster. Pace is everything in a restaurant’s kitchen. We need things to be fresh and of top quality, but we can’t let people wait for hours, either. Big scoops help with that.”
She looks around in amazement. “This is all so different from what I do. I’m used to dirt and plants, not sparkling clean countertops and delicious food. What’s in there?” She points to one of our giant refrigerators.
I grin. “Something you’re going to love.”
“Really?”
I grab her hand and pull her with me. “Close your eyes and open your mouth.”
“Whoa, mister chef. I’m not sure I want to.”
“Oh, you want to. Trust me.”
She puts her hands on her hips. “No funny business, okay? I’m not eating a snake or something equally as gross.”
“I promise.”
She inhales, then closes her eyes, her arms stiff against her body. I open the refrigerator and let my eyes scan the contents until I find it. A slice of heaven. I put it on a plate and grab a fork. I’m positive she’s going to love our most popular dessert: chocolate cake filled with little chunks of fresh strawberries, topped with a homemade raspberry coulis.
“What’s taking so long?” she asks with a nervous giggle.
“Almost done. Open your mouth for me.”
She swallows at my demand, then carefully opens her mouth.
I cut a piece of cake with the fork and put it on her tongue. Her hands twitch in surprise, but as soon as the flavors hit her tastebuds, she relaxes. “Hmmm, oh, my God, what is this?”
I laugh. “Want more?”
“Uh-huh.”
She opens her mouth again, wider this time, and I feed her another bite. Her breath comes out as a satisfied moan, and my dick hardens. With every bite I feed her, she sighs even louder. Her lips are red and wet now, and her breath smells like chocolate.
“More,” she begs.
I steady myself and give her another piece. I’d love to fill her mouth with things other than cake.
She puts her hand on my arm. “Thank you for this.”
“Do you want more?”
Her eyes fling open. There’s an expression on her face I can’t quite pinpoint, but I don’t need to ask what’s up. Before I get the chance to speak, she grabs the lapel of my shirt and pulls me against her. Her mouth touches mine, and my body immediately reacts.
The plate with cake shatters to the floor as I wrap one hand around her neck and place the other on the small of her back. Her mouth opens again, sucking in my tongue this time. Fuck, this feels amazing.
I push her against the counter and pull her top over her head. She lets her head fall back, a soft moan escaping her lips. My dick is rock-hard right now.
I feast my eyes on her half-naked body. Her belly looks soft and full, ready for me to sink my teeth into. And her breasts... Fuck! They are the roundest, ripest tits I’ve ever seen.
“Stuart, I want you to ravish me,” she pants.
Damn, how can I say no to that?
My hand travels to the closure of her bra. It’s one of those that open at the front. I unclasp it, and her gorgeous tits bounce free. I don’t even bother to let her bra fall to the ground. I need to have her right here, right now.
As soon as my tongue touches her nipple, she sucks in air, calling my name in a voice thick with desire.
I alternate my tongue between her left and right nipple, both now hard pebbles, and use my hands to push her breasts up, so I have better access. Her knuckles are white from grabbing the metal counter behind her, and for some reason, that turns me on even more.
Her chest is wet from my tongue, and her eyes roll back in her head. “Is it possible to come just by having your nipples sucked on?”
I don’t know if she’s serious, but I’m sure as hell not going to stop doing what I’m doing. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, babe,” I tell her. “I’m going to make you come so hard, you’ll forget your name.”
“Fuck, Stuart, you’re making me dripping wet.”
I stop for a moment and lock eyes with her. “I’m going to make you mine, Emma. If you don’t want that, tell me to stop.”
“Don’t you dare stop,” she says, sounding almost offended at my words. “I need you to fuck me.”
“Not yet, babe.”
I put my hands under her arms and help her onto the counter. Then, I hike her skirt up until I see her panties. She was right about being dripping wet. Her underwear is completely soaked. “Spread your legs for me.”
Her knees fall to the side. I slowly let my tongue travel upward, all the way from her ankles to her calves to her knees and big thighs until I reach the seam of her panties. She arches her back, her legs falling even further apart in an invitation to have her any way I want. What did I do to deserve this? To deserve love with an amazing woman like Emma? I’m so lucky, it’s unreal.
I hook my fingers over the sides of her panties and pull them down. I pause for a second to catch my breath. Her pussy glistens with her juices. The way she’s spread out for me like this; legs open, bra unclasped, showing off her big tits and wet pussy... This sight alone could make me come.
I kneel in front of her and push her center together with my hand. A drop of juice slides from her entrance. I lick it up. Then another. And another. I can’t get enough of her.
Her hands fist my hair as I loosen my grip and push my tongue inside her warm pussy. She cries out my name.
An idea hits me, and I let go for a moment.
“Where are you going? Please, come back,” she begs.
I speed walk to the fridge and get a big can of freshly made whipped cream. I grin at her. “Ready for something extra?”
Her eyes light up as she smiles at me. “Hell, yeah.”
I shake the can and cover her nub and pussy in whipped cream. Then I kneel and lick her clean, not missing a spot.
She pants, her legs shaking as she pushes them against my head. “Oh, Stuart.”
She screams as I let my tongue slide over her clit to eat the last bit of whipped cream. “Fuck. You’re taking me to heaven,” she says as if she can hardly believe it herself. “Oh, fuck, I’m coming. I’m coming.”
“Oh, Emma, this is just the beginning,” I tell her as I try to unbutton my pants with my mouth still on her soft center.
Even I can hardly believe how amazing this all is. She’s the one for me, and I can’t get enough of her.