Cookin'
The smell of garlic, oregano and a myriad of other, not so easily identified spices greeted Jason when he got home from class. The small apartment was warm, and mostly dark except for the light coming from the kitchen.
"Baby?"
"You'd better hope it's me... or some random person broke into your place and is cooking dinner," I raised my voice a bit so he could hear me clearly over the music I had playing, not leaving the stove where I'd just put on a pot of water to boil.
His chuckle and the thump of his bag hitting the floor marked his progress through the apartment to the kitchen.
"Mmm, what're you making?"
"Baked chicken and some Linguini with Alfre-" I broke off my dissertation on dinner as Jason snugged himself against my back. "Hello there."
"Hi." He settled his chin on my shoulder. He surrounded me, he rested one hand on my hip and tugged me back against him.
"Mmmm," any more stimulating conversation wasn't possible as I was bombarded by several sensations at once. The warmth from the stove billowed up against my face; his nose as he nuzzled my neck was chilly, as were his fingers. Despite that chill, those touches brought a tingle of heat that shivered up my spine.
I leaned my head back against his shoulder, luxuriating in his nearness and the sweetness of his caresses. He took a deep breath and nuzzled against the side of my neck, tugging my hair aside with his fingers so he could nibble along the length of my throat. The sound I made was part growl, part purr, and one I was accustomed to giving voice in his presence.
"This is no way to get dinner on the table," I protested feebly, denying even that statement with a gentle rocking backwards of my hips which drew both of his hands down to bracket them.
"Gee, darn," His own false dismay brought a smile to my lips which faded into a small gasp as he pushed back against me, rubbing the crotch of his jeans against my ass. My skirt rode up under that pressure until I could feel the rasp of the denim against the backs of my thighs. "Maybe 'dinner' should be served right here."
Still pressed back against him, I locked my hands around the edge of the counter and wriggled, feeling the response in his sudden quieting of breath, "Tsk tsk, there's barely room for both of us to breathe in here, much less fuck around."
"Wanna bet?" His hands slid up from my hips, rucking the skirt even more before they reached the bottom of my blouse. With slow sweeps he glided his palms up my ribs, tickling me a bit before reaching my breasts.
I could feel my nipples hardening with the teasing brush of his palms as he held his hands a mere breath away from their straining need. It was maddening in a delicious way. I could feel the cool radiating from them, but I wanted that touch more than anything else in that moment.
He nipped at my earlobe, sucking the soft skin into his mouth at the same instant that he brought his narrow hands into full contact with my breasts. I felt the zing all the way in the pit of my stomach as he rubbed in small circles, putting the sensitive tips of my nipples into an almost constant friction with the lace of my bra. The near pain brought my back into a tight arch, pushing my breasts forward into his hands.
"Ooooh," his hot breath purled across my ear before he nipped at me again. "She likes this."
A capricious need to return the teasing put me into motion. I dropped my hands from the counter, bringing them behind both him and myself. I dragged my fingertips up the backs of his thighs, my fingernails making a rasping sound against the denim and doubtless tickling him until I reached his tight butt where I spread my fingers and pulled him forward.
"Go fig, so do you." I grinned, turning my head towards him to nip at his chin.
A low growl rumbled from his throat and my glee was short lived as he spun me around, hands suddenly back on my hips. The light in his eyes was one that I referred to as 'unholy' in my kinder moments. I found myself pinned against the counter, breasts against his chest, being kissed deeply.
Our mouths clashed together, lips parted to allow our tongues access as we dueled back and forth. Both of us were breathing heavily, we'd gone from zero to hot as hell in under 20 seconds. My head was spinning with his taste, the slick touch of his tongue against the roof of my mouth, the way he curled his fingers around the curve of my buttocks and gathered my skirt there.
No sooner had we broken the kiss, panting a bit and ready for more, than he urged me up onto the counter, "Up. Better access."
Even as he suggested it his hands were slipping under my skirt in the back. He snagged the back of my panties with his fingertips and knelt a bit to pull them down over my hips. Leaving them around my thighs he boosted me up onto the cold counter. My long skirt was pulled up around my hips already and he used both hands to slip the satiny panties down my legs.
I shivered at the mix of cold and hot and parted my legs as soon as I was able to. He stepped forward, between my spread legs and reached down with his slim fingers, touching the slickness of my arousal. He kept his eyes on my face, watching my expression as he covered my pussy with his palm and curled his fingers, drawing them upwards slipping just barely between the lips, enough to tantalize. I leaned back, bracing myself on my hands and looping my heels behind his thighs, opening myself to further exploration. The tip of his fingers brushed lightly, and then he pressed down, curling his middle finger so that just the end barely entered my slick heat.
My eyes slid mostly closed but I could still watch him watching me as he eased that finger deeper inside of me. There was a flush riding high on his narrow cheekbones, increasing the depth of his eyes and bringing out the green that hid in the normally dark orbs. I couldn't imagine what was going through his mind as he pushed deeper, rotating his hand and beginning a slow in and out motion. All I knew was what was flashing through my head, I wanted him, I wanted him right now, hard and fast. Counter or not, dinner simmering or not, I wanted his cock inside of me.
"God..." My heels found their way to the top of the cabinet underneath me, hooking on the top edge of the door for leverage as I slid forward just a tad. My knees now poked up on both sides of Jason. He smoothed his free hand from my knee down, sliding it along the inside of my thigh and spreading me a fraction more.
I jumped a little when his thumb brushed along the tender skin in the hollow of my thigh. It was an intense combination of ticklish and stimulating that always made me cry out and this time was no different. My fingers spread wider on the counter top, my eyes popped open and now I could see the devilish smile on his face.
"Meanie," I mock pouted, sticking my tongue out at him, still feeling my hips roll with the movement of his finger tight in my cunt.
"Damn straight." He squatted before me, bringing his face within inches of the heat I could feel radiating from between my legs. His tongue darted out, licking delicately below where his finger impaled me. I was providing so much lubrication already that he was taking it from my skin in little sweeps of his tongue that drove me mad.
Goosebumps broke out all over my body and I moaned softly with each flicking, teasing touch. The rocking of my hips, and the wet sound of his finger moving inside of me was inching me ever closer to orgasm. I wrapped one hand around his wrist, risking my balance, but not really caring. I tried to urge him to go faster, to pump harder. He resisted.
In fact, he straightened up, slipping out of my slick heat and flattening his hand over my dark patch of pubic hair. My dismayed whimper rose a few notches in pitch when his thumb brushed down, over my erect and nearly throbbing clit.
"Hey!" I pushed up, using the counter door beneath my heels to tilt into a more accomodating position. "Come back..."
"Yeah, I'm really running away here." He chuckled and edged closer to me, removing his touch from my skin long enough to quickly release the button of his jeans and ease the zipper down.
I leaned forward, offering my help with eager hands. I fumbled aside the edges of his fly and wiggled one hand inside. Instantly my hand was surrounded with assiduous warmth. I wiggled some more and ran my fingers along the tent that had grown there. With a few tentative sweeps of my finger I pushed aside the opening and reached skin.
His hips pushed forward as I gripped his cock within my fist and rubbed up, then down, the length. I ran a fingertip over the very tip, drawing a gusty sigh from him when I withdrew my hand to lick the trace of dampness that I found there from my finger. I had time to grin widely at him with what could only be described as a smug look before he shoved his jeans and boxers down with both hands.
My smile faded into an expression that mirrored the extreme hunger that had flared inside of me, "Finally." I reached out, again stroking my fingers down the heated silk length of his hard cock, lingering for a long moment on the rapidly darkening head and ending with my hand holding him at the base. I tugged gently, drawing him closer.
"Mmmm," his remarkable, changing eyes closed even as his hands zeroed in on my still fully covered breasts. He cradled their weight, fingers closed on my hard nipples and twisted them until I cried out with the pleasure/pain of it.
My grip around him tightened, he leaned forward and bit at my left breast. His teeth closed lightly around the obvious protuberance of my nipple as he held my breast like an offering in his palm. Their sharp edges, applied so carefully, caused a new rush of wetness between my legs. Wetness that slicked the head of his dick as he shuffled forward a few inches.
I braced myself again with both hands, felt his fingers sliding along my slightly spread pussy lips, brushing the dampness that had gathered there farther down and over his fingers, then nothing for an agonizing moment. His mouth left my breast, and found the side of my throat where he nibbled, then lashed the sensitized skin with the tip of his tongue.
Suddenly he was touching my cunt again. I felt him push against the puffy lips, then they gave way with almost sullen reluctance as the unique sensation of being penetrated overwhelmed my senses. I groaned loudly, my ankles pressed tightly against the drawer, as he slowly filled me. It felt like ages passed as the ridge around the head of his cock first passed my lips with a little push, then slid further inside of me until our pubic hair tangled together.
Then he groaned, an echo of mine from a few moments earlier when my interior muscles contracted around him in a spontaneous precursor to orgasm. He'd brought me so close earlier that now I was on a hair trigger, ready to come at a moment's notice.
I growled, raising my knees again, lifting my feet into the air at his ribs, and allowing him to sink even deeper inside of me. I fully sheathed him with a tight glove of woman. I felt full, full and aching for release.
I couldn't touch him, I couldn't slide my fingers along his back or grasp his ass tightly. I wanted to, badly. I loved the feeling of his muscles clenching and releasing under my touch. Fascinating as it might be, I did not want to bash my head on the wall and fall off the counter while I was at it.
He began moving, slowly at first. Little swaying movements of his hips that brought just a hint of friction and drove us both mad with the constant back and forth. Never fully pulling out of me, just hesitating at the brink of doing so before easing forward again. Slowly, so slowly. I could feel my nerves stretching to the breaking point as he suckled upon the soft skin of my throat.
Without picking up the pace he bit me, following it with a stronger sucking and I almost came off the counter in an explosion.
"Oh oh oh!" I sounded so surprised, I almost laughed at myself, but I couldn't really breathe. My thighs were shaking and I tightened inside.
He increased the force but not the speed of his thrusting, grinding our pelvises together with an agonizingly slow force. This put pressure indirectly on my clitoris, a shocking amount. My elbows trembled with the stress of holding me up, my eyes glazed over and must have been as dark as bitter chocolate as I crested a wave of pleasure.
My entire body tensed into a tight coil, eyes wide open and staring at the wall beyond Jason. He ground down again, our hips meshing in a mix of hard and soft, wet and throbbing. My mouth dropped open, a moan rising quickly into a keening little cry that I stifled with his shoulder. I bit down, pressing close to the heat of his chest and shuddering as I came hard.
The change in angle as I levered up against his chest made Jason shiver and his arms closed around my waist. I felt his hands spread over my shoulderblades and his hips swivel as he pumped a few more times. With his length still inside of me, my breath stolen, and his arms around me I bounced, taking the risk of depending on him for a moment for support. His cock slammed inside of me forcefully, wringing another gasp from my lips. I mimicked his swivelling trick, rolling my hips and gripping him with the tight muscles of my cunt.
The rough sound that came from him was worth the acrobatic effort. His hands gripped my shoulders, pulling me down convulsively as he came inside of me. His knees shook with the release of tension and the aftershocks of good sex.
I rocked backwards, settling back on the counter with the back of my ass and slumping back against the wall.
"Holy fuck."
"If that's holy..." he took a deep breath, "maybe I should go to Sunday School."
I laughed, my stomach still feeling the tremors as he grew soft between my lips. He leaned forward, bracing his elbows on each side of me and tilted his face to me.
I got the cue and met him, raising my head so our lips could meet for a long, sweet kiss.