recipes she could
include in a new cookbook. One problem she was having was what to
call the new book, however. She hoped Joe would be able to help her
out.
Thinking of Joe reminded
her of their fight from the day before. She knew that it was
entirely her fault, and her rear end was still sore from her
welcomed punishment. What was wrong with
me? she thought. Joe didn't deserve that,
but she couldn't help it; she was just so frustrated with the whole
thing. To soothe her troubled conscience, Elsa decided to test a
new twist on an old recipe for their dessert. She presented Joe
with a piece of her new and improved cheesecake after a sensible
salad dinner.
"Baby. Oh my god. This is
delicious!" he showered her with accolades. They were still being
overly nice, their fight forgiven but not entirely forgotten. She
had to admit, the cheesecake was pretty good and if there was
perhaps a less than sweet aftertaste from the artificial sugar,
it was still
cheesecake.
She savored her last bite, rolling it
around in her mouth before squishing the delectable filling against
the roof of her mouth with her tongue. Eyes closed, she sighed in
pleasure at the treat's mouth feel and her success in recreating a
dish that, one day ago, had brought her to the brink of frustration
and anger. She began to feel like she might get control of this
thing, after all. When she opened her eyes, Joe was leaned back in
his chair at the dining table, watching her. He was shirtless, clad
in only the sweatpants he'd put on after his post-work shower. His
dark eyes gleamed under the mellow light of the dining room
chandelier and his hand sliding down the front of his well chiseled
stomach and under the band of his sweats, tracing a slow path down
his flesh into territories Elsa was eager to explore with
him.
She rose from her seat and pushed her
jeans down her legs, taking her panties with them. She tore her
sweatshirt from her body, deftly removing both bra and shirt at
once, and knelt in front of Joe completely naked. He sucked in a
breath but said nothing, watching her with that smoky look in his
eyes, the one that told her she was prey. Such willing
prey.
She traced the same path his hand had
done down his firm abs before grasping the band of his sweats in
both hands and tugging downward. He lifted his finely sculpted ass
from the chair enough for her to slide the sweats down his muscular
legs. He kept both hands on the seat's cushion, gripping tightly in
anticipation of what she would do next. He was hard and ready for
her; she grasped him firmly in her small hand and stroked in just
the way he liked. He made a visceral sound deep in his ribcage but
remained motionless. She traced her tongue along the upper edge of
his erection before engulfing him completely in her mouth, burying
his shaft deep within her throat until she could no longer breathe.
She pleasured him with her tongue and lips, knowing where to apply
firm pressure, knowing where to lick and suck for maximum
effect.
"Baby stop, you're gonna make me come
right here in the dining room."
She said nothing, just smiled and kept
at her work. After another minute of her sweet torment, Joe could
stand it no longer. He stood up abruptly, grabbing her arms and
hauling her up with him. He swept her naked body into his arms and
strode down the hallway to the bedroom, her giggling softly in his
ear a sweet music to his soul. He noticed during the short journey
that she was lighter in his arms than before, but decided to
mention it another time. He loved her body and now was his time to
worship it.
He tossed her on their giant bed and
threw himself down next to her, pulling her in close so he could
kiss her. He was gentle, loving; he traced her lips with his tongue
before entering her mouth, seeking rather than taking. She met his
caress with equal passion, their hands roaming over one another and
tracing the planes of each other's bodies. He traced a line up to
her face where he cupped her jaw in his
include in a new cookbook. One problem she was having was what to
call the new book, however. She hoped Joe would be able to help her
out.
Thinking of Joe reminded
her of their fight from the day before. She knew that it was
entirely her fault, and her rear end was still sore from her
welcomed punishment. What was wrong with
me? she thought. Joe didn't deserve that,
but she couldn't help it; she was just so frustrated with the whole
thing. To soothe her troubled conscience, Elsa decided to test a
new twist on an old recipe for their dessert. She presented Joe
with a piece of her new and improved cheesecake after a sensible
salad dinner.
"Baby. Oh my god. This is
delicious!" he showered her with accolades. They were still being
overly nice, their fight forgiven but not entirely forgotten. She
had to admit, the cheesecake was pretty good and if there was
perhaps a less than sweet aftertaste from the artificial sugar,
it was still
cheesecake.
She savored her last bite, rolling it
around in her mouth before squishing the delectable filling against
the roof of her mouth with her tongue. Eyes closed, she sighed in
pleasure at the treat's mouth feel and her success in recreating a
dish that, one day ago, had brought her to the brink of frustration
and anger. She began to feel like she might get control of this
thing, after all. When she opened her eyes, Joe was leaned back in
his chair at the dining table, watching her. He was shirtless, clad
in only the sweatpants he'd put on after his post-work shower. His
dark eyes gleamed under the mellow light of the dining room
chandelier and his hand sliding down the front of his well chiseled
stomach and under the band of his sweats, tracing a slow path down
his flesh into territories Elsa was eager to explore with
him.
She rose from her seat and pushed her
jeans down her legs, taking her panties with them. She tore her
sweatshirt from her body, deftly removing both bra and shirt at
once, and knelt in front of Joe completely naked. He sucked in a
breath but said nothing, watching her with that smoky look in his
eyes, the one that told her she was prey. Such willing
prey.
She traced the same path his hand had
done down his firm abs before grasping the band of his sweats in
both hands and tugging downward. He lifted his finely sculpted ass
from the chair enough for her to slide the sweats down his muscular
legs. He kept both hands on the seat's cushion, gripping tightly in
anticipation of what she would do next. He was hard and ready for
her; she grasped him firmly in her small hand and stroked in just
the way he liked. He made a visceral sound deep in his ribcage but
remained motionless. She traced her tongue along the upper edge of
his erection before engulfing him completely in her mouth, burying
his shaft deep within her throat until she could no longer breathe.
She pleasured him with her tongue and lips, knowing where to apply
firm pressure, knowing where to lick and suck for maximum
effect.
"Baby stop, you're gonna make me come
right here in the dining room."
She said nothing, just smiled and kept
at her work. After another minute of her sweet torment, Joe could
stand it no longer. He stood up abruptly, grabbing her arms and
hauling her up with him. He swept her naked body into his arms and
strode down the hallway to the bedroom, her giggling softly in his
ear a sweet music to his soul. He noticed during the short journey
that she was lighter in his arms than before, but decided to
mention it another time. He loved her body and now was his time to
worship it.
He tossed her on their giant bed and
threw himself down next to her, pulling her in close so he could
kiss her. He was gentle, loving; he traced her lips with his tongue
before entering her mouth, seeking rather than taking. She met his
caress with equal passion, their hands roaming over one another and
tracing the planes of each other's bodies. He traced a line up to
her face where he cupped her jaw in his
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