Morning was a few hours away but his responsibilities weren't. That was the life of a baker with his own Bakery 'Bread Box'. He needed to wake up and get right to work. Start on the new batches of bread for his loyal customers. But someone, someone very important had some other plans for him rather than kneading some dough. As her warm fingers ran up his body, hills ran across his skin. Starting from his thighs and over his fit torso all the way to his scruffy beard. She loved the skin to skin contact and just for that, she always insisted on sleeping completely naked and our baker, Pascal never thought to oppose her. But he was thinking of doing so now.
"Hale, you know, I need to go. This isn't helping..."
Hale's hand went to his back, feeling every single sore muscle of his. Pascal was overworked and underappreciated. Running your own bakery does that to you. So, she ignored his honey coated voice and grinned as her fingers started to do their magic. They lay beside each other in the bed. Laying on their side, as she squeezed and commanded the taut muscles to relax.
"You never listen do you?..."
Pascal's voice was coated with drowsiness but he had his eyes open and awake. While his body felt the aches of yesterday's work wash away. His heart slowly fell into the rhythm of slowness. He felt a slight warmth run through his body. A feeling of something more in his heart. He turned around to face the beauty beside him. Another smile across his face because of her.
"Hmm? Did you say something? I am sorry. I cannot listen to people who don't take care of themselves."
Hale smirked as she spoke. She knew he was going to become a big shot baker someday. But what's the point if you can't even take care of yourself? She sighed and rolled him over on his stomach and got on top.
"Just shut up and stay still."
He just chuckled and nodded in an obedient manner. Her soft fingers felt his entire back, feeling the knots in every nook and cranny. He looked back and thought, Hale might be one of the only women that he felt so comfortable with. The summer heat had tanned Pascal as Hale's fingers were in contrast to his skin. She used every weapon possible to massage her man. Fingers, fists, elbows and with each knot opened, Pascal relaxed even more. Seeing him relieved filled her up with satisfaction as she smiled.
"Now, the most important part..."
She said with playfulness as she flipped him to face her. Her body sitting atop him perfectly like two puzzle pieces. Her fingers went over his torso, her nails softly scraped against his skin to tease him more over his chest and finally ending at his two hands. As Hale's tiny fingers gripped his. He felt the strength and the gentleness in them as they massaged his hand. He chuckled just slightly as he could feel himself melting away just a bit more under her touch. He took extra care of his hands as he took pride in what his fingers could do for him and his life and to watch Hale take the extra energy and give it attention was something that had never been done by any other woman he had been with.
"Mm..really? Is that how we are playing, Miss Hale?..."
A smirk across his face trying his best not to fall trap to her entrancing techniques over his hands. She massaged every bit of his hand. Pascal's eyes were becoming heavily-lidded as the pleasure was of a different kind. The focus wasn't over his manhood or his chest or his neck. Over his fingers, those digits that would roam all over Hale and all inside her until she would paint his palms with her wetness. But right now, Pascal could feel himself rise in heat. His heart, which was in a meditative state just seconds ago, was awake. Beating with a new liveliness. His extremities rising in warmth, his ears getting hotter and hotter. It wasn't all the cause of Hale's actions but his own imagination. Imagining what would take place if this trail of events was followed which it would no matter what.
Finally, his manhood would respond as well. Growing in size but still pretty much flaccid and limp. Her kisses over his fingertips, the area with the most nerve endings in his hands as he felt a soft groan build up. But he controlled himself not to let himself go. Letting out that silent breath of his. A heated breath. The time between the next inhale was reducing as his eyes opened up and went over her body. Remembering that time before as he had held his urges in check in her apartment. Oh, how he wanted to just pick her up and push her down on the bed and take her in all her naked glory. Now, he could let himself go and let himself be under her touch and have her under him and over him and all over. In all the ways possible. Marking her just as she would. He didn't know these urges. These animalistic urges to claim his mate tonight. These instincts that he couldn't understand.
But how good it would feel to accept them and let them be satisfied? The final kisses on the wrists and the hands going over his biceps as he relaxed all over his neck and his biceps. This time, he couldn't stop it. She doted on him and his body responded in kind with a soft groan. His teeth baring and biting his bottom lip. As his calm eyes had started to stir as he watched in those amber piercing eyes. But being hypnotised in those eyes was certainly a disadvantage. The coldness of dawn wasn't affecting him not one bit. Because his heart pumped and pumped to fill in the heat for his lewd mind. He lay bare in front of Hale. As they met, met with their needy lips. Just as his hands were going to grip her shoulders and do what he imagined. He felt her hands go over his strong shoulders and close in the distance between them.
Her nose nuzzled him as he did the same. But his hands went down to her hips. His hands found that curve in her hips to fit his hands in. Squeezing them while his lips were busy with hers. He tasted her lips again and again. His flour creations satisfied his taste buds but the taste of Hale which he longed for just changed his world again and again. He let himself moan under her initiated kiss. His breathing hitched as he took her breath in as his. His body was ready to make each other as one already. He kissed again and again. His lips refused to break away from this taste. Trying to make that breath last longer than it ever should. His body burned wherever Hale touched. As Hale's finger palmed his manhood. He felt it get harder in just a second just to show how much Hale had control over his body. Her moans made him quiver and shudder. Her fingers tugged and gripped his warm manhood and played with it. Tapping with her finger and testing its firmness.
"Didn't someone need to go to work?...", She teased.
"Shut up.."
Pascal couldn't manage anything more witty in the moment, as Hale's pale fingers took his girth in her possession. He knew that her teasing wasn't going to stop anytime soon. Just like he wanted it. His lips had parted to let her tongue in. He wanted to taste more of her. All of her. While he couldn't battle down below. He would battle up above, his fingers went above her hips. Not his palms but only his fingers grazed all over her welcoming body, going up to her breasts and gripping them and squeezing them and moving it around. His other hand goes down below to the band of her jeans. His index finger rubbing against her inner thigh slowly making its way to the centre.
But before he could reach, his body shivered and his hips thrusted up with the desperate throbs of his manhood within Hale's grasp. As his manhood throbbed with her hand pumping it. He felt his breath running out far quicker than he would have anticipated but he didn't want to leave her tongue. As his tongue swirled around with hers. Tasting the sides of her mouth and the pink muscle which had pleasured his manhood twice yesterday. His manhood was being tortured and teased as he felt a smirk across her face. She enjoyed it.
