Sinful desires{steamiest short stories}

I turned around and faced him quickly, my lips meshing against his, the butter on my lips rubbing all over his freshly shaved face. His hands moved quickly to my hips, and he placed me on the freshly wiped countertop.

I ran my fingers through his hair, the smell of baking banana cupcakes heavy in the thick air. I had accidentally decorated my chest with batter as I was spooning it into the pans, but Marcus quickly helped clean me off with his hot and able tongue. I spread my legs as I felt his throbbing cock getting closer and closer to me.

I shrieked with delight as he finally shoved it in, and my body slightly slipped toward him on the moist countertop. I breathed in soft, quick breaths as he cleaned the batter off my body and expertly slid in and out.

When it started to get too slippery, he pulled out of me and helped me off the counter. He turned me around and began to kiss my back while pushing me slowly to the ground, my back still to him. After adjusting my body, he found me once again, sliding in and out of me while my hands were immersed in the cupcake ingredients on the floor.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

He leaned over me and I felt his hair grazing my shoulders. His tongue on my ear, I screamed with pleasure as the ripples burst through my body. Still, he pumped until I felt him burst inside me, his voice moaning in my ear.

We collapsed to the floor as the buzzer went off on the oven. Still breathing heavily, I left Marcus on the floor and stood up suddenly. I didn’t want my cupcakes to burn. Grabbing my two favorite plaid oven mitts, I removed the freshly baked cupcakes from the oven and placed them on top of my stove.

Marcus was still on the floor when I took off my oven mitts and went to the pantry to retrieve the items for the frosting.

“You never give up, do you?” he asked, sitting up, his right arm covered in flour.

“I have to start making the frosting,” I said, feeling his come running along my right leg. I reached down, wiped it off with my index finger and sucked it off as he stared at me with satiated eyes. I broke the staring contest with Marcus and gazed into the pantry, taking inventory of what I needed.

“These cupcakes better be damn good,” said Marcus, lying back down on the floor, not caring that he was slathered in all of the cupcake ingredients.

“Of course they are,” I answered, offended. “I wouldn’t be making them if they were gross.”

I grabbed a clean mixing bowl from the bottom shelf and began adding ingredients. It was a simple frosting, with powdered sugar, melted butter and vanilla. Marcus yelled at me from the floor, “I think you should come back down here.”

I ignored him as I vigorously whipped the frosting.

“Ally, I think you should come back down here.”

I felt the sweat starting to form again on my forehead and my upper body.

I knew this recipe by heart and decided to make a little extra as a surprise to Marcus, who was still on the floor, begging me to come back. The cupcakes would take quite some time to cool off so I took two full handfuls of frosting and turned toward Marcus.

“What are you going to do with those?” he asked, a huge smile creeping across his face.

“What do you think I’m going to do with this?” I questioned him back as I walked to him, hands still full of the frosting. “You know this is pretty much just sugar, right?”

“I know what it is.” Marcus put his hands behind his head and stretched his legs out.

I knelt down to him and put one handful of frosting on his stomach. He shrieked at the stickiness of it. “What are you going to do with that other handful?”

“Give me your hand and you decide what you want to do with it,” I responded.

He stuck out his hand and I gave him a chunk of the sugary frosting.

“My turn first,” I said as I started rubbing the frosting all over his body. My tongue began to lick it all off, and I could feel Marcus twitching with pleasure. I licked his stomach and his shoulders, my saliva leaving trails on his skin.

I worked my way down to his lower stomach and when I got to his cock, it was already throbbing and hard. I placed my mouth around it and thoroughly cleaned it off, sucking and licking as necessary.

When I was finished, Marcus rubbed his frosting on the floor, rolled on top of me and entered me with lightning speed. He stuck his tongue in my mouth, tasting all the frosting I’d just licked off his body. I moaned as he plunged harder and faster, running his frosting laced fingers through my hair and tugging on it as he came closer to coming.

I was aware of the pile of frosting on the ground and took it in my left hand, slathering it the best that I could across my chest. I pushed away from him, rolled him over onto his back and got on top of him, my frosted tits in his face.

He graciously sucked and licked them as I moved my hips up and down on his. With an iced thumb, Marcus rubbed my clit and I groaned with pleasure, exploding all over him, lost as he moaned and came inside me.

As we reclined on the floor and stared at the ceiling, we were aware that Marcus would need to take another shower and that I definitely needed to frost the cupcakes before the frosting dried out. Slowly standing up, I made my way to the countertop and gave the frosting a quick stir before I carefully frosted all of the twenty-four perfect banana cupcakes. I handed one to Marcus who had also stood up by that time.

We looked at each other and laughed at each other’s various iced body hair, and when I finally bit into the cupcake, I was so overcome with joy I didn’t mind that the leftover chunks of icing on my body began to melt in the sun.

That cupcake was the most heavenly thing I’d tasted all day. Well, almost.