They say the fastest way to a man's heart is through his stomach. The saying is partially true, especially when he has a sweet tooth. Baking was always a stress relief and cheap therapy. Sometimes talking out all the fucked up shit that happens to you makes you relive it sort of. So baking lets me lay all the salty and bitter shit on my canvas and turn it into something sweet. I started hustling my creations on the side for pocket change and before I knew it, word of mouth had me in full business processing orders and making good bank.
I had several happy customers spreading the word, but none were as sexy and eager to taste any of my creations like Keith. He was a man's, man. A hard ass, on the outside and a cuddle bear behind closed doors. He worked out every day so he was buff and rippling with muscles. Tall, dark, handsome and single. His only weakness was sweets and only I had the pleasure of knowing his weakness.
His favorite creation of mine, was my peach cobbler and macadamia nut, red velvet cookies. I noticed he was becoming a real regular almost too often. He tipped larger and passed the word of my hustle almost better than social media these days He isn't an outgoing guy, keeps to himself and says everything exactly how he thinks it, Forward and brutally honest. So when he called to place his weekly order, I already knew what he wanted.
This time, the call was different, his voice wasn't as rough and assertive as usual, it was calm and driven... a subtle turn on in the plan of his conversation. His velvety deep voice usually makes me weak, but this particular call had me sitting on the floor forcing myself to breathe.
"Hi, Jess. I would like to place an order for this evening." I'm clutching the phone white knuckled and trying to control my breathing. "Sure thing, Keith! Will you need the usual?." Making a face at myself for sounding like a teenage girl while trying to focus, he says, "Yes, some warm peach cobbler and those red devil cookies, but I want it hot, and topped with whipped cream."
Of course, I tear my thoughts of sex away and try to focus on business. Why was undo turned on by him?
"Oh, I can deliver your cobbler and cookies hot, but the whipped cream is something you provide." He chuckles, the sexiest tone ever in life and says, "I certainly plan to do just that. Listen, I think you're beautiful and would like to have dinner with the only woman who can satisfy my sweet tooth. Then after dinner, maybe we can share a slice of your wonderful cobbler with me?"
Holy shit!! He just asked me out.. bitch breathe!
"Uhm, Thank you for the compliment! Sure, dinner sounds nice." He breathes a sigh of relief and quickly says this Friday night at 8, his place. As soon as he hung up the phone, I picked my mouth off of the floor and finally started to breathe again. Did that sexy ass man just ask me to dinner? Uhm hmm, he asked ya girl!!
I quickly make his order and the others for the day. All I need to do is get dressed and meet up. I chose my favorite black pencil skirt, turquoise sheer blouse and black bra and thong for the occasion... Since he's tall I put my sky high heels and left my hair down. Spray one of my favorite perfumes and roll out.
I show up to his beautiful ranch. It was Something out of a movie, horses running around and the sunset settling beautifully over his man made lake. Huge oak trees shading different areas of land with birds flocking to call it a night. Dogs barking and whimpering to run in my direction until I noticed him commanding them to stay. Damn he's sexy. I swear the sight of his muscles bulging through his white button down shirt, and chiseled legs filling out his jeans made me wet. Trying to get my ass back to reality and focus, he smiles and greets me. He embraces me in a warm almost bear like type of hug. Damn he smells good, but he's the first to tell me and compliment my outfit before I get a compliment out.
Reaching back into the car I knew exactly what I was doing by bending over to retrieve his order. Looking back innocently, I notice him cock his head and lick his lips. Right then I pray to make it through the night, without completely soaking my thong, it would be a miracle!
He smiles and leads me into his well furnished home. The smell of good food greets me. He Takes me on a tour and explains how skilled he is in every room of the house. Oh, Lawd, why does he tempt me so? We finally come back down stairs and eat dinner with a delicious wine. I instruct him to place the cobbler in the oven on 350degrees so it's the right temperature to serve with whipped cream. He smiles and turns on my favorite Miles Davis collection and does what he's told. We wait a few minutes and talk casually as the cobbler warms. He asks how did I get so good at baking, I explain. I ask the same about his obsession to work out he explained. He had a similar fucked up past to my own and thought he never looked good enough so he works out.
In the midst of that conversation we wind up dancing... Spontaneously, random, but enjoying the moment. Just moving to the sultry allure of Davis' saxophone in "Kind of Blue." in that moment we connected. Two tattered souls just meshing on one canvas. [like real shit...listen to the track, have several glasses of wine and listen with someone...you'll understand the zone we were in].
Resting my head on his chest, we glided to the sadness of the saxophone reading our hearts. He stopped dancing and lifted my face into the most passionate kiss... Leaving me paralyzed in his arms and panting for my next breath. He shook his head and kissed me softly. Whispered how delicious I was and kissed me again, deep, harder and searching my mouth for an answer I didn't know the question to. He picked me up on the counter and continued to take my breath away in kisses... My lips, forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks... Trailing to my ear and down my neck. Pausing in the one spot that made me instinctively arch my back, moan and pull him closer to me. His kisses were like a match to my gasoline ignited skin, which was on fire by every place his kissed and caressed.
Trailing down my neck to my exposed shoulder he kissed so softly using his finger to slide down my frame and circle down my spine. A ball of nerves and pleasure I couldn't help but trace his face with my nose enjoying his scent. Kissing the places on his cheek, trailing to his ear lobe and biting it slightly i sucked the area softly. Continuing my assault to his neck as he moaned in his neck and unclasps my bra. I start unbuttoning his shirt as he lifts my blouse over my head. He continues to plant kisses on my sensitive spot over and over until I squeeze my legs around his hips in protest, but my gasps and moans say otherwise.
His hands cup by breasts and stroke my nipples in a sweet agony while he traces back to my lips from my neck. His kisses are demanding my surrender and I give him what he takes. Unable to stop squirming from his touch I let go of the fact my thong is null and void. The wetter I get the harder he pushes into my legs. He trails back down my sweet spot to assault my aching nipples one by one forcing me to arch deeper into him, squeezing his waist with my legs trying slightly to grind on the hardness teasing my aching clit. As if reading my secret plot he hikes up my skirt and trails kisses down my belly swirling, kissing and tickling me into peak anticipation. While his hands roam, tease and feel my slickness. ripping off my thong in one stroke, I giggle slightly because they weren't any good for me soaked like that.
Knowing I'm ready he licks down into my wetness and traces my lips with his tongue ever soooooooo slowly. I squirm and moan my impatience. Not fazed by my agony he does it again and stops. Picks his head up and says, "Damn, this is the real warm peach cobbler I've been wanting. Both of your recipes are delicious. Now let me make some home made whipped cream for it." Excited and super turned on I bite my lip and smile. He dives straight into me. Licking my lips, Teasing, sucking and French kissing my clit almost into submission. But he wasn't done, nope... he wrote and rewrote his recipe for homemade whipped cream with his tongue inscribed it on my walls and made me almost beg to slap my momma cause it was so good. A quivering mess after I cam, he carried me to his bedroom.
Putting me down on the bed I finish taking off his clothes. He didn't disappoint me in any way of being my eye candy. His dick was simply beautiful, hard and responsive to my touch. I stroked him with my hands and he closed his eyes. I planted small kisses, licks and sucks to tease the head as much as he teased me. Each combination leading up to a suck Which took him in deeper... Hearing his teeth clench boosted my confidence as his moans grew loader. Working him deeper swirling and sucking specific spots had him loosing his cool and starting to thrust.
Just when I started to get my rhythm he stopped me and forced me down with a kiss. Grabbing my legs he slid me down the bed like a toy. He spread my legs wide while admiring the view slid on his condom and dove into that tight, wet and stretching matter that craved every inch of him. Gasping to tame his entrance and my delight, i tried to fight the sensation building so quickly from his size. Coming almost immediately from his slow entrance, I couldn't help gripping him and moaning my delight, nor could he begin his stroke besides cursing and kissing my sensitive spot on my neck further weakening my resolve.
Stroking long and slow he almost delivered me to another orgasm. Gasping for air and moaning for something i didn't even understand he stroked harder, deeper and faster. Hearing his moans and the sounds of our bodies took me over the top as he played with my clit until I came hard around him... But that wasnt the end. No ma'am, Pam!
He Flipped me semi rough like To get on all fours. He held on to the crease of my arm and drove the saddle home. Gripping my ass and touching every wall, corner and going deeper into the wonderland he had me seeing the Curiosity on Mars. I managed to wiggle out of his saddle hold and brace my arms on the bed. Feeling myself unable to last any longer I put that muscle on him while throwing it back at him. This was it, the big one coming and he needed to catch the wave because my energy to keep going was fading fast.... And just like magic, we rode the glory wave. Both of us collapsing to the bed spent and grasping for air like there just wasn't enough of it in the atmosphere.
After coming back to reality I looked over and seen him smiling like a kid in a candy store.
"What are you smiling about over there?"
"I'm thinking I have a new order I'm going to need every week. You don't need an oven to bake it."
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