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He clasps me close to him from behind, and my fingers skim the countertop, feeling the warmth it absorbed from the heat of Daniel's body. I am still wearing my heels as he slides into me, my hips arching up to meet him. His merciless fingers pinch my nipples, sliding downwards to massage my clit as he pumps into me, slowly at first, our moans filling the room. I invite him deeper, winding one leg around him from behind, careful not to hurt his back with my heel, while unable to prevent it from digging in slightly.
My honey drips between us, Daniel's pelvis audibly smashing into my ass, creating a most pleasurable sound. In one seamless move, he makes me release the counter's support, hooking my other leg backward around his waist. In one seamless move, I am suspended in midair, anchored around his hips, his knees bent and my shins resting on his thighs. I clasp my intertwined fingers around the back of his neck, and he holds my thighs apart, his hips thrusting upward into me.
He licks up the salty drops of sweat that pool in my collarbone, his tongue continuing up the side of my throat, right behind my ear. My hips arch closer to him as he fully ravishes me, the clapping sound too much for me to bear. My body tenses, my head falling back onto Daniel's shoulder. He slides his tongue into my mouth, kissing me deeply, torturously. I tremble violently, groaning as my climax overwhelms my senses, but Daniel tethers me to him, his continued thrusts prolonging my explosion.
My pussy clenches around him over and over again, and I feel Daniel's body tense around me too, his fingers digging into my soft skin. He pulls out, making me gasp with his sudden absence inside of me. I crouch in front of him, my thighs spread for him to see the wetness pooled there. I grab his cock, my juices easing my gliding hand, and wrap my lips around him, sucking thirstily while staring up at him. I watch his features twist as he squirts into my awaiting mouth, surprising me with how sweet he tastes. He catches his breath while I clean him off with my tongue.
Daniel helps me get to my feet, looking dizzied and depleted. I am giddy for thirty seconds before reality kicks back in.
"Time to get back to work," I instruct, running my hand through his hair, then down his back, watching him reluctantly nod his acquiescence. We dress rapidly, realizing that the prolonged lack of our presence no doubt raised some eyebrows, at least in the kitchen, but I am not worried about my staff.
Before we unlock the door to head back, Daniel kisses me.
"I'll be back for another taste test," he says, his voice gruff and velvety at the same time. His hand steals up the hem of my dress again, but this time I playfully push him away.
"Thanks for coming," I tell him as though he was a guest in my restaurant. We grin and return to the bustling kitchen. After all, dessert still must be served...
La Fin
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