Just as soon as his apartment door opened, I immediately found myself snugly wrapped in his arms and my lips brushing against mine.
"Hey!" I giggled, surprised at the intensity of his greeting. He only wore boxers and a white shirt.
He held my hand and just the warmth, softness and rugged texture of it made a moan want to rise in my throat. I followed him to the kitchen where he gave me a glass of dark, red wine. I drank half of it and leaned against the counter.
"So Chef Raphael... You won the contest, didn't you?"
"Yeah," He gave me a naughty smile. "But tonight's about you, sweetheart."
"Oh?" I laughed and looked at him lovingly. It was almost two years ago when we first met at a tour of the Grand Canyons. He was alone as I was so we ended up sticking with each other for the day and then knowing we had a lot in common and then dating and then becoming official. Because he was half Italian he was really attractive with his jet black hair, tanned skin and deep brown eyes. He was lean but muscular. But that also meant he was Catholic. In fact, he only relented to fucking me when we were engaged and when he finished me up the first time he was so guilty that eventually I felt like I was the serpent in that creation story.
But I have to say and accept that he was as uncreative in bed as he was creative in the kitchen. But boy I do love him. Lust I can satisfy in other ways.
"Been doing pastries lately?" I motioned my eyes at a nearby counter where numerous tubes of varied-coloured icings lay.
"Yeah, I've been wanting to give someone a cream pie." He smiled again and it was as if he was undressing me with his stare. My feminine drives were stirred and I felt my skin tingle with excitement. He cornered me and pressed me further against the counter with his weight and then began kissing me, which I should say he was very good at. We drank from each other's mouths, still planting little kisses whenever we were in desperate need of air and then sucking again at the other's lips or tongue.
"Tie your hair," he said, panting. I took the blue handkerchief he offered but gave him a questioning look. He used to say my long wavy tress turned him on. Obediently I tried to tie my hair as best as I could because my hands were shaking with electrifying thrill as he unzipped and pulled down my pants. He did not remove my panties though but instead he put in a large hand of his and began stroking my soft flesh while sealing my lips with his mouth. I jolted a little when he tugged my pubic hairs. We like each other unshaved.
I released his mouth and threw back my head to moan as he entered his finger inside me. He went slowly first, pulling out a little and pushing in again but going deeper and deeper each time. There was a newness with him. He felt hungrier and more savage. I bloody liked it.
He removed his shirt and helped me unbutton mine. We were so clumsy with the buttons so that he simply tore the blouse open. Then he took a step back to examine me from head to feet.
"What are you up to Raph?" I gasped for air, my breast rising and falling.
"Eating you up." Then he gathered up his icing tubes and headed for his prized mahogany dining table. His chest and abdominal muscles magnetized my nipples to stand and harden as rigid as they possibly can. He motioned me to come and I dashed into his arms and mouth.
His sure hands found their way to unhook my bra and I soon felt my pebble-hard nipples rubbing against his firm chest. I slip my hand into his ass and caressed its plumpness and smoothness. Soon his tongue was on my sternum, sliding down to my navel while his hands also slid down to my hips where he grabbed my panty. He went farther down, pulling my last piece of covering to the floor and then planting kisses on my hairy female organ in adoration.
He positioned me to sit on his kitchen table and spread my legs apart. He dragged a stool at sat right in front of my exposed vagina. Just the way he looked at it, or even just the way he looked, sent shivers down my spine. A wild current went rushing inside my body, exiting through my pussy as a river of fluids.
"Raph..." I spread my legs even wider, kicked my dangling legs in the air, threw my head back and rested my weight against my palms. Instead of warmth and moist, I sensed something cold and soft between and inside me. When I looked, I saw Raph squeezing a tube of white icing between my thighs.
It was crazy and wild, as what I was becoming.
He soon buried his face in his work, sucking at my private parts, licking the sweet icing off. I was wild with pleasure and I could not hold my hips still. My upper body collapsed on the table and I spread my legs even wider. His tongue fondled my clit and even twirled around and inside my vagina. His mouth sipped my organ fluids as his fingers slithered to my boobs and did a damn good squeezing. Pleasure erupted from various sensual points of my body and all I can do was helplessly moan and squirm.
Next thing I know his lips was on mine again and I eagerly kissed him back, feeding on left over icing and even my own juices. He lifted my head and helped me sit up then instructed me to lie down at the table's full length. Then he proceeded to cover me with his icings, kissing every now and again random parts of my body. I behaved, subduing my wilder nature, letting him do his own course. The cold icing on my tits made me so juicy again between my thighs.
"You didn't tell me..." He said.
My breathing was ragged as pleasure racked my senses.
"Tell you what?" I chewed on my lower lip to keep me from moaning and writhing.
"That you needed me to satisfy your wild appetite."
