Male's P.O.V~
Our quality time has always been cooking together. It's the way our bond grows strong. We laugh, talk, and cook.
Which, not so surprisingly, takes hours because of her habit of teasing me. By teasing, I mean her sneaky hands, her lips, and her nasty words.
That time as well, she suggested another cooking session. It had been days since we last cooked together.
So, we started with a poised and undisturbed conduct until she decided to disturb it.
I was stirring the pasta when I felt her arms wrapping around my waist. She rested her chin on my shoulder, grasping me closer by my chest as she whispered in her raspy tone.
"Mmmm, you look so delicious."
My body felt sudden tingles and vulnerability. Her words are always like this. She makes me chuckle and shy. The way she compliments me is not common at all.
Her words send butterflies in my stomach by giving me flatters I have never received. And she comes up with something new every time.
"Delicious? That's a new one." I replied, chuckling at her words as I continued cooking. Her hands responded to my words, squashing my chest along with her lips grazing on my neck. Her hands slowly went down after teasing my nipples to my abdomen, exciting my skin.
"You just look so delicious while cooking." Her raspy tone continued affecting me as her hands further went down to my pants, stroking my clothed shaft gently.
Her lips went from sucking to biting my neck as her hands gradually slipped under my pants, tormenting my growing member.
Her actions were making my grip on the spatula weaker, my breaths faster and my focus fainter.
Hastily, she turned my dazed body to face her, grasping my jaw as I held back onto the edges of the kitchen counter, whipped by her actions. "Stop! I'm cooking."
Her eyes caressed my face. "I'm not stopping you, honey." Her lips advanced quicker than I could've processed and tugged on my lips.
Her hands pulled my waist adjacent to her body, stroking her breasts against my chest as her tongue drove into my mouth.
I couldn't stop myself and held her tighter by her waist, moving my lips according to hers.
"You're not letting me cook," I complained, pulling back, whispering, and struggling to maintain my uncontrollable breaths.
"Are you blaming me?" She answered, slipping her hands again into my pants as I again clutched the counter, astonished by her hands.
Her lips started biting my neck again, licking as she rubbed my member gently. "Do you want me to stop?"
Female's P.O.V~
He breathed so sharply, unable to stand still as I rubbed his hardness. "You're so hard and thick, baby." He flinched at my words in his ear, exciting me more with his sharp breaths in my ear. "Should I stop?" I pulled back, softly guiding my fingers into his mouth.
His eyes glared at me as he started sucking on my fingers. Wet and sloppy, I played with his tongue, gradually pulling both of my fingers back.
"Tell me, honey. Should I stop?" Putting those same wet fingers in my mouth I stood up against the second counter in front of the kitchen counter.
I sucked on my fingers, seducing him as I maintained my glare at him. "You can continue cooking if you want me to stop or you can sit on your knees and please mommy. What are you going to choose, baby boy?"
He gazed at me for a second or two and quickly shifted to his knees after. His eyes were stuck to me, peering at me from down to above. "Good boy! Now, what do you say?"
