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But I know my readers, and they expect more from me. How about a little taste of my Sexy Bite, "Icing the Cookies":
The living room was decorated, the tree stood tall in the
corner, and the scent of freshly baked cookies was in the air. Despite the frigid temperatures outside,
inside there was a warmth that only the holidays brought. Kelly couldn’t wait for Brad to come home and
see how well it came together. Besides,
when he finally made it home they could start celebrating with their first
married Christmas Eve present exchange.
Ever since she was a child, Kelly anticipated the
holidays. She loved how everything
seemed to shine and how much good cheer there was in the world. And she looked forward to trying to guess
what was in those alluringly wrapped boxes.
Some of her favorite memories were of anticipating the spoils of the
day. And now, this year, she was as
eager as ever to share that first tease of the day with her new husband.
The oven alarm beeped and Kelly headed back into the
kitchen. The latest batch of cookies was
done and the last thing she wanted was for them to burn. As she transferred the cookies to a cooling
rack, she heard the door from the garage open and Brad’s voice ring out. “I’m home!”
“I’m in the kitchen, Honey…”
Kelly was cutting dough rounds and placing them onto the parchment
coated cookie sheet. She knew that it
was going to take him a few moments to make his way into the kitchen.
As she was sliding in the tray of cookies into the oven Brad
sauntered into the kitchen. “Something
smells good.” And like a cartoon character, he seemed to follow the wafting
vapors.
He reached out to the cooling sugar cookies on the wire rack
when the sting of the spatula burned his ass.
“No, those cookies are for Santa, not you.” The angry look on Kelly’s face melted for an
instant and then the anger returned. “Besides,
you know that you’ve got to kiss me hello first thing when you get home.” Breaking in the new husband seemed harder
than it should be sometimes.
Brad leaned down and kissed Kelly softly on the lips. “Merry Christmas, Honey.”
Kelly sighed. “Merry
Christmas.” Feeling bad she added. “If you want to help out, you can ice those
cooled sugar cookies there. I might even
give you one if you do a good job.”
Brad smiled.
“Awesome! I’m totally going to
earn some cookies.”
Kelly laughed knowing how difficult it is to decorate a
cookie properly. She continued with
cleaning up the dishes until she was startled by Brad. “Fuck!”
“What’s wrong?”
“This icing is all messed up! I just did the green background on the tree
and I was putting on the red ornaments when the colors started to bleed! It’s like there’s specks of crap all over
this.” Brad lifted the cookie and
showed her.
“Silly, that’s not
how you ice a cookie. You’ve got to put
the base on all of the cookies, wait for the icing to dry and then put the
details on.”
“Can I fix this one?”
Brad always wanted to correct his mistakes.
“I’ll let you eat that one, but don’t go getting any
ideas. This is the only freebie that
you’re getting Mister .” He was good at
gaming the system and it was imperative that he knew the rules.
Brad slipped the pointy end of the cookie into his mouth and
started at the tip of the trees before making it down to the trunk. No matter how many times Kelly watched him
eat her cookies, she never tired at how much joy he seemed to get out of it. When he was finished he was beaming, his
smile perfect, except for a bit of icing on his lip.
“You look like you enjoyed that.”
Brad nodded his head.
“You’ve got some icing on your lip.” As he went to lick it off, Kelly pressed her
finger to his lip. “No, let me take care
of that.” She leaned down and slowly
placed her lips against his. She pursed
her lips slightly and sucked his lip into her mouth. Her tongue delicately explored the surface of
his lips searching out all the errant icing.
He was completely lost in her delicate ministrations, when she pulled
away. As soon as she did the timer
started going off; the batch in the oven was done.
Brad’s whole body was pulsing with sexual desire, and yet
from his perspective Kelly seemed to be completely wrapped up in her
baking. Watching her ass, while she bent
over the hot oven, he licked his lips, tasting the lingering sweetness that she
left there.
Kelly transferred the cookies to the cooling rack but her
mind was elsewhere. The sweetness of
Brad was on the tip of her tongue and she couldn’t help but want more. She was aware of a growing desire in her clit
and wanted to reach down and play.
However, she couldn’t let Brad know least he take advantage. She enjoyed being in control and those roles
could change quickly.
When she slid the dough into the oven she heard Brad’s
voice. “Hey, Babes, what do you think of
this?”
Kelly headed over to the table. There were no coated cookies there, defying
her expectations. Instead, Brad had had
decorated his nipple with icing. “What
do you think?” He had a grin on his face
showing how proud of himself he was.
Kelly shook her head.
“I’m not cleaning up your mess, Mister!
I’ve got other work to do.”
As she turned around, his hand grabbed and spun her. A hunger was on his face. “If I have to clean
up my own messes, then I will.”
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