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DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Never were. Just borrowing to
entertain a few bored masses. :)
WARNING: Strong sexual content
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Don't look for a plot here, guys. ;)
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I paused in the doorway and stared, my eyes widening at
the sight that greeted me. Not only was Temp actually
standing before a pot of deliciously smelling sauce, shirt
sleeves rolled up and tieless, but he was actually
*stirring* the contents.
"I thought you said you didn't *do* women's work," I
joked as I walked over to stand beside him, casually placing
a hand on his shoulder and leaning forward to take a deep
whiff of the pot's contents. It smelled heavenly and I
suddenly felt hungry.
He was silent for a moment, his right hand slowly using
the wooden spoon it clasped to stir the thickening sauce.
Oddly enough, I found myself fixated watching his hand move,
slowly, deliberately, teasingly almost.
As if sensing my gaze on his hand he stopped stirring
and slowly brought a spoonful of sauce toward my lips. I
straightened up and our eyes met, my stomach fluttering but
this time definitely *not* from hunger. At least for *food*.
He held the spoon out to me and I lowered my lips to it,
blowing on the steaming contents with an exaggeration that
seemed to bring a certain brightness to his eyes. It was an
unspoken agreement of sorts and as I wrapped my lips around
the end of the spoon, my body trembled as his other hand
reached up to cup my chin.
I remained still, swallowing the deliciously semi-spicy
sauce as he returned the spoon to the pot...then turned the
temperature from '3' to 'simmer.' and turned to me fully.
I couldn't tear my eyes away from his luminous gaze as
his eyes slowly traveled over my face, as if drinking in the
lines and contours presented there before slowly letting his
gaze travel lower over my body and back up, lingering longer
in certain areas along the way. I felt a thrilling tingle
dance down my spine and offered no protest whatsoever as he
stepped forward until our bodies were literally inches apart
and I could feel his warm breath grazing the side of my left
cheek as he whispered in my ear, "Depends on what woman's
work you're talking about."
His voice sent another ripple of excitement coursing
through me so that by the time his hands were sliding over
the front of my dress, unbuttoning each button with graceful
precision long since fine tuned to a science, I was
quivering with excitement and burning with hunger. Ravenous,
I gasped his name as his hands slid my dress to the floor
and then gently slid me back against the kitchen island
which was completely clear of anything but would soon become
the center of our gourmet feast. I gasped and threw my arms
around his neck as he easily lifted me up onto the edge of
the island and my legs seemed to naturally find their way
about him as he made short work of his slacks and shorts and
unbuttoned the front of his shirt before hefting himself up
onto the island...and on top of me.
I groaned as his mouth crushed down onto mine, savoring
the sensation as his tongue probed mine and his chest
pressed onto mine until my heaving breasts splayed against
his flesh. I felt him groan as my pelvis arched upward
against his already hardening shaft. No waste of time for
this lady! I knew what I wanted and I wanted it now. No
appetizers here. Wanted the full course, immediately!
My fingers entwined in his hair, keeping his mouth firmly
connected to mine as my legs spiraled his, trailing
invisible lines along his well toned muscles and helping to
urge his consummation.
I shuddered as his lips left mine long enough to travel
around the side of my neck and I uttered a small cry of
protest. Until his tongue trailed lower and found one
breast, the nipple taut and throbbing from want.
My breathing quickened dramatically and my head fell
backward in ecstasy as he slid his mouth over the peak,
teasing it almost beyond my endurance even as I felt his own
excitement against me becoming more intense.
"Temp..." I found myself rasping. "Please..." I forced
myself to lift my head and look at him. He smiled and moved
lower and lower...
I suddenly cried out as an electric jolt shot up the
center of my being and my head fell back again and my
fingers slid to his shoulders, tightening their hold as
another jolt followed with the realization that my innermost
regions were being teased, adding to my delirium.
"Oh god, oh Temp...oh...."
I reached for him, barely able to breathe as he slid up
my body, back to where his lips could meet mine once again.
I felt myself arch beneath him as his manhood finally
I groaned loudly beneath his mouth, clinging to him
desperately as our hips began to work together in an
increasing medley of passion, mutual need, and (at least in
*my* case) desperation. My need for him surpassed anything
else and as my body eventually convulsed amid skyrockets of
orgasmic climaxes (two to be precise), I couldn't help but
marvel at Temp's culinary skills.
Whoever said this man could *not* cook, definitely needed
to have his head examined!
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