Old timey tunes drifted out of my room and wafted into the kitchen where Saoirse and I were preparing our mise en place.
"We should really try and not burn the cookies this time."
I placed the measuring cup down and glanced at Saoirse. A pair of lacy black panties hugged her bum and a cosy tank top held on for dear life as she juggled eggs proudly. I leaned on the dining table, drinking her in with my eyes. She held her eyes on mine as the eggs cycled effortlessly between her hands. I peeled mine away from hers and watched her breasts jiggle under her top. It barely reached her navel, and naturally it was one of my favourite clothes that she wore when she stayed massaging. Saoirse cleared her throat.
"Ahem, mister. My eyes are up here, and my eggs are even higher. Well, depends on which eggs, of course."
"It's not my fault, babe. I'm in love with physics. That's all." I walked to her and she tossed an egg to me. Snatching it out of the air, I placed it on the dining table and she grabbed the other two, setting them in the tray as well.
We'd met at a bookstore in the sci-fi aisle. She'd seen me flipping through old Frederick Pohl books and come over to talk about Gateway. To put it short, there were a lot of sparks and we'd hit it off at a coffee shop. Later that evening, in between glasses of wine, she'd sat on my face and cum all over my mouth. Saoirse and I'd been dating for about a year now.
"So what's next?" Saoirse asked as she brushed a hand through my hair and pulled me in for a kiss. She tasted like strawberries and summer. I pulled her closer and wrapped my arms around her, a dull fire spreading through my abdomen as I sucked on her lips.
Between nibbles and sucks I said, "We sift the flour with the baking soda-" She tugged my hair softly and slid her tongue into my mouth, moaning. "-ugh that's hot." Saoirse pulled away and licked her lips, sliding a finger along her chin to wipe off some saliva that she then sucked clean.
"Mmm, tasty," she leaned close and whispered into my ears, "I thought there was going to be a lot of rigorous egg beating."
I bit my lip and swallowed as she licked along the inside of my ear.
"Uh, miss, I think we're talking about different eggs."
"Oh? And what about butter?" She cupped my bulge over my jeans. "I've always wanted to churn my own butter, you know."
"Unfortunately, we need unsalted butter for this recipe." I squirmed away from her and looked at the notebook again. Saoirse's neat handwriting flowed over the page and listed prep time, ingredients, instructions and in the end, a tiny smiley face with hearts for eyes for some extra encouragement. I loved that she wrote with a green fountain pen.
"Mmhm," she continued, hugging me from behind, "My oven's already preheated, baby."
"Oh?" She sucked on my neck hard and slid her hands under my shirt and over my chest.
"Yessir," she licked my ear again. "I'm ovulating."
"Oh."
Saoirse giggled and pressed her cheek to mine as I cracked the eggs into a bowl. I could feel her smile beside my face and it jumped onto my face too, my lips curving into one as well. She placed one last kiss on my lips and pulled away smiling, settling on the counter.
"Okay, I'll behave," she handed me the sugar to mix into the eggs, "For now."
I mixed the sugar into the eggs with a whisk, panting at the exertion. "You know, this is all your fault."
"What is?" She leaned forward with an innocent smile.
"That we have to do this by hand." I pointed at her with the whisk and squinted.
"Oh?" She bit her lip, pressing her arms together which did magnificent things to her breasts, "I seem to recall it fell off the counter because you were railing me so hard from behind."
"Um."
"Um, what?"
"That was really fun, though."
"What was?"
"You know, when I, uh, beat your eggs?"
"You mean when you fucked me senseless?" She grinned and slid her tank top off making her breasts bounce, her thumbs traced her nipples. She lounged on the counter, spreading her legs slightly apart and pushing her chest out. All she was wearing now were those comfy blue panties. I drunk her in again, noticing a tiny wet spot right above her folds on her panties. My eyes trailed upward, settling on the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed deep and lazily. The cookies could wait. I sighed and slid my shirt off as well.
"Ahem, mister. Get back to beating the batter," Saoirse sighed and cupped her breasts, gently weighing and pressing them together. "We can fuck when the cookies go in the oven."
I bit my lip and leaned in for a kiss, sliding my fingers along her thigh and gliding them slowly up her hip. She sucked on my mouth, parting my lips with her tongue and tasting mine. My fingers dug into her hip softly as I sighed and made out with her. She tasted so good.
"Ugh, babe. I don't wanna wait."
Saoirse grinned and leaned away, pushing me back with a hand on my chest.
"Nuhuh. You're going to have to." She curled her legs beneath her and looked at me, mischief in her eyes.
Resigned to my fate, I settled back into the rhythm of beating the creamy batter. Saoirse looked through the recipe and measured out two tablespoons of melted chocolate into the measuring cup I held out for her and a few drops spilled onto my fingers.
"Oops. Come here, baby. Let me clean those fingers off," she pulled my hand closer and slid her tongue over my wet fingers, curling it around and slowly guiding them into her mouth. Saoirse sucked, hollowing her cheeks as she held my gaze and my cock almost exploded. "Mmmm," she sighed and sucked harder, stroking her tongue along my fingertips. It didn't take much to imagine her mouth on my cock, which made my skin shiver.
I slipped my finger away from her mouth and licked her saliva off it. Saoirse bit her lip, humming to herself while she checked the recipe book again as though she hadn't just sucked the life out of my finger. I mixed the melted chocolate into the batter and proceeded to beat the stuffing out of it again. I was working up a sweat and Saoirse, the naughty little minx, was looking me up and down like I was one of those sugar coated donuts she'd made me try the first day we'd met. They'd immediately become a favourite of mine.
"Babe?" Saoirse breathed with her head tilted to the side, a lazy smile danced on her mouth.
"Mmhm?"
"Could you take your jeans off?"
"Oh? Why's that?" I unbuttoned them and watched on as she bit her lip and gazed at my bulge. I clenched and made it jump a bit. Saoirse swallowed. There was a very pink blush running up her neck all the way up to her cheeks and the tops of her ears. It made me wonder what Saoirse was thinking about. But if the way she was looking at my crotch was any indicator, it wasn't a hard guess. Or was it?