“I love that you keep this bare. I love touching and tasting you.” His fingers slid between her lips through her slit. She gripped the edge of the counter away from the stove. His torment made her forget about food and think about the pool of need curling inside her. “You’re so wet and responsive.”
“Neal.”
“But I’m going to have to wait. I’m hungry and those sausages smell great.” As quickly as he touched her, he pulled away.
“What?”
“Feed me, woman,” he said, tapping her ass before walking away to the counter.
Sandy glared at him, her body on fire. She knew he’d stirred her up on purpose. He wasn’t playing fair.
Tipping the beaten eggs into the pan, she cooked them and dropped more bread in the toaster. Eggs cooked, sausages cooked. She had time to plate up before the toast popped up.
She hadn’t turned around to see what Neal was doing and when she did, she stumbled. He sat at the counter, his pants around his ankles as he fisted his cock.
“You know when you move, your robe lifts up and I can see your gorgeous ass.”
“I hope you put a towel on that seat,” she said.
“Put the plates near me and come here.”
Not bothering to argue, she stood in front of him, setting the plates next to his thigh. He untied the sash keeping her gown closed and pushed it to the floor.
“Face forward,” he said.
She turned, then gasped as he sat her on his lap, her juices easing the way for his cock to slide inside her.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to enjoy my breakfast.” He settled her down and pulled their plates toward them. Sandy didn’t know how she would be able to eat with his cock inside her. Never had she imagined something so naughty. There really wasn’t a limit to his dirty side. She loved that about him.
Every once in a while he would move his hips which knocked his cock deep inside her. In between moans of pleasure and frustration she would attempt to take a bite, but her appetite disappeared as she thought about what could happen after. In no time at all, their food was gone. Neal lifted her up by the hips to slam her back down again. She held onto the countertop as her tits bounced with every hard thrust.
“Finger your clit. I want to feel you come.”
Sandy touched herself as he fucked her, each movement harder than the last. She closed her eyes, as he found a rhythm and stuck with the pace.#p#分页标题#e#
“I like waking up with you,” he said seconds before their moans of release echoed off the walls of the kitchen. When they finished, they lay panting in each other’s arms.
“That was fantastic.”
* * * *
As the day wore on she spent the entire Sunday with Neal. They made love and had rough sex. They spent time doing whatever they wanted. He phoned his family and told them he wouldn’t be around for dinner. Sandy struggled to contain her giggles as he promised he felt fine and there was nothing wrong.
In return for her silence, she got to spend more time with the man she loved. They talked and laughed together. The whole day felt perfect. Toward the night, Neal came back with a tub of ice cream along with spoons.
“So what got you into the lifestyle?” Sandy opened her mouth to accept another scoop of chocolate ice cream.
“What do you mean?” Neal licked the spoon before he went back for more.
“How did you find the BDSM thing? Did you just learn about it or have you known about this stuff for years?”
“Ah. I see what you mean.”
She opened her lips to accept more ice cream, but ended up laughing as a melted drizzle landed on her breast.
“Let me get that for you,” he said, leaning down to lick the tip of her nipple and around the areola. “Umm. Best flavor ever.”
“Nipple and chocolate flavored ice cream?”
“To men that would be a mega hit.”
Sandy burst out laughing. “You say the strangest things. Now stop being a pain in the butt. Tell me how you became a dominant.”
“You’re working your way toward a spanking.”
“Neal, you know I like it when you slap my ass.”
“Minx. I’m going to have to find something else to punish you with. Open up.” He fed her another spoonful. “About ten years ago, when I was your age, me and Rory went out partying, going into the city to clubs or bars. We met up with this guy named Damien and he offered to get us exclusive tickets into this club. Told us we’d have a really great time.”
He stopped for more feeding.
“Anyway, one night we decided what the hell. We’d go. If we had a good time, then great. If not, then nothing was really lost. At the door we had to sign a legal document saying we wouldn’t mention the name of the people we saw. Not seeing much of a problem with protecting the privacy of the club, we signed the form, then walked in.”