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"I always do the cooking," Ebony said with mock-sullenness, her sexy mouth puckered sweetly into a childish pout. Her eyes strayed to latch hungrily onto Saber's perfectly sculpted ass cheeks. He was wearing nothing but her red apron. She rubbed her thighs together at every clench of sinew, his muscles rippling at his every slight movement, his shoulders, his arms, his legs. A fine specimen of a male. She added more sugar to her coffee so her hands wouldn't stray down to between her aching thighs.
"Women on vacation shouldn't lift a finger," Saber grinned over his shoulder. "Your friends are right: you're a workaholic." He pushed the spatula against the eggs in the frying pan filling the air with hisses from the sizzle. "Scrambled eggs?"
"I'd love some," Ebony smiled brightly, her lips were still kiss-swollen from last night and this morning so a bit tender. Saber turned around with a frying pan piled high with fluffy golden eggs. Ebony had gotten out a bowl of freshly cut strawberries and placed a few on her plate just before he placed some eggs there. She licked her lips tasting the cream and sugar that tempered the bitterness of the coffee and Saber's groin flushed with heat and twitched. Damn it, if he didn't fuck her on the kitchen table it would be too soon.
She was wearing a rose colored cotton robe, soft fibers rubbing sensually against her skin. He watched as she took a fork full of eggs and put it in her mouth. His body tensed. Did she like it? Saber was no master chef. The most he could manage was spaghetti and scrambled eggs and maybe some burnt toast. Ebony tilted her head to the side, pondering the taste and texture of the scrambled eggs like a true food professional. Saber's mouth went dry with anticipation.
After she swallowed, Ebony favored him with a smile, "Not bad. A bit too much pepper but I don't mind a bit more spice."
Saber's shoulders relaxed with his sigh of relief. "Maybe you should give me some cooking lessons."
Ebony glimmered a smile with a mouthful of eggs. "Anytime!" Then she flushed red with her childish shyness. Saber ate his eggs in only a few gulps then continued to watch her eat, his elbow resting casually on the counter with his chin in his hand. He smiled warmly. She was so adorable. He reached over to the bowl of freshly cut strawberries then with melting brown eyes caught her as he slowly began eating the berry. The tip of his tongue curled about the red tip, lazily pushing it between his sensual lips then sucking on it.
Ebony's mouth went dry, her nipples and clit tingled with electricity. It was so erotic in its reminder of how Saber toyed with her most sensitive erogenous zones. He growled with dark hunger when he saw her cheeks flush that same rose red they usually do when she was aroused. A predatory glint in his eyes, Saber stalked towards her to stand before her. Ebony's breathing hitched noticing that she was eye level with his bulge. He cupped her face, pushing it up to meet his burning gaze. Saber throbbed hard at her parted lips that hungrily eyed his swelling cock.
"You keep staring at my dick, Sugar, like you're just waiting for me to stuff it into that pretty mouth of yours," his voice, guttural and so full of sensual promise that it had Ebony's toes curling. Gazes locked he pushed his thumb past her lips. Automatically she closed her lips around him, her tongue lapping at the calloused pad. Saber's body vibrated with a primal growl. He withdrew his thumb and hoisted her onto the ash wood table. Her robe opened wide revealing her full creamy treasures.
Saber nuzzled his face into the soft valley of her cleavage. His senses buzzed with that enticing vanilla cream and white chocolate aroma. Ebony moaned at the light scrape of his stubble. She combed her fingers through his black hair, pulling gently at the locks. The male's palms gently cupped her breasts, kneading, massaging while his mouth worshipped their opulent curves. The woman's legs wrapped around his narrow waist, her calves hooking behind his knees.
Feeling her try to pull him up from her delicious mounds, Saber flashed her a feral, heart-thudding smirk then pushed her gently back flat on the table. She was half naked, her supple body on full display for his pleasure. She was a succulent feast he wanted to devour slowly and savor.
"Saber...," Ebony begged. She looked at him with those soulful eyes of hers, usually a calm sheet of gray now a molten silver.
"You look so delectable, Ebbie," Saber purred teasingly as he stroked his fingers down her stomach. The sight of him licking his sensuous male lips while looking directly at her pussy made it cream and pulsate. Her nerves were sparkling like champagne bubbles. Heat coiled in her belly spreading slowly out to her aching limbs as he lowered himself between her spread legs. She smelled like sugar, a luscious bowl of cream that had his mouth watering. He pulled up the bowl of freshly cut strawberries, a sinful gleam in his dark eyes. He didn't look away from her as he took a big juicy strawberry from the porcelain bowl.
"What are you doing?" her voice quivered adorably. She was so innocent and yet there were things they did that were so dirty that it should have soiled her angel wings. Instead she came out glowing as pure as before. Maybe this would finally make her fall from grace and into his devil arms.
His lips twisted into a roguish grin, his dark chocolate eyes blinking lasciviously at her. His voice as smooth and dark as black velvet, "My favorite breakfast treat is strawberries and cream..." Using the tip of the cut berry he parted her folds, so puffy, pink and pouty with her need. Ebony squirmed at the odd sensation. The berry was firm yet cool, her pussy spasmed around it. Saber kissed her thigh as he teased her entrance with the fruit, the berry becoming coated in her honey. He moved back up body looking into her eyes with his flaming desire.
"Trust me, Ebbie," he brushed a tender kiss across her open mouth. His sexy-as-sin yet tender expression melted her remaining resistance. She gave a small nod of consent. "That's my girl." He gave her a rakish wink and flashed his famous panty-melting smile that showed his perfect white teeth settling himself on a chair between her spread thighs.
Saber slowly eased the ripe strawberry between her folds until it was lodged into her pussy. Then with patient lust began to devour it bit by bit, sucking around the lips. A lurid yet fiery sensation, Ebony felt like he was sucking out her very essence. Saber moaned with her as he ate at the fruit. The candied berry intoxicated the male stripper's senses. He could eat her all day. He continued the erotic torture with more strawberries as the lady chef played with her full soft breasts. So many sensations she was lost in the forbidden pleasure.
Her hands needed to touch everything and everywhere. She pulled at her breasts, pinched her nipples getting them hard, raked her delicate fingers at her sensitive skin and through Saber's sable locks. Once the last berry had been eaten he plunged his tongue deep into her luscious heat, the sinuous muscle being drawn on by the silken walls.
His arms, roped with hard muscle, wrapped around her bucking hips as he licked and sucked at her remaining cream. The more languid his pace the hotter it made her. He was loving and worshipping and the action intensified the throb within her. Then the tension coiling in her belly burst with intense heat and sensation that had her spasming on the table. The ash wood table groaned at the weight and movements of Ebony's jerking limbs and hips. Saber continued to feast on the juices that gushed onto his greedy tongue.
When she had settled in a sensual daze, he climbed over her then with one slow yet determined stroke drove deeply into her yielding flesh. Saber's thick fingers dug into the warm dark curls of her hair, her little pants in his ear as he pummeled her good in a controlled rhythm that rocked the table. Ebony's swollen nipples and breasts were chafing against the red apron, the coarse fabric giving good friction. Her hands fluttered along his arched back, exploring the perfect symmetry of his bronzed muscles. She felt them twist and writhe beneath her tender palms, her fingers digging into the taut sinew. The strength and power of Saber's body dominated her yet she felt so cared for. He was so masculine but not overbearing. Worshipping as if she were a goddess. No one had ever made her feel like that.
Their flesh slapped hungrily together until the rhythm became more erratic. Saber was on the verge of coming when he quickly withdrew then with his fist rapidly stroked his cock while Ebony's hand shot down to her pussy to grind her fingers on her little bundle of nerves. With a gasp of ecstasy the male stripper's dick pulsed, shooting a string of white cream all over her stomach and forearm while she shuddered with her second orgasm. Saber's eyes, glazed over, half-lidded as he began to massage his seed into her porcelain pink skin. It was so erotic it made Ebony have a third mini-orgasm, gasping convulsively.
When Saber was finished, satisfied that that small part of him moisturized her stomach, he lifted her up then settled her on his lap. She could feel his semi-hard dick pressing into her backside as she cuddled with him on the chair. He ran his hands over her, soothing the tremors of arousal. He seemed to fixate on her right shoulder, his mouth moving over the spot where he bit her. Electricity rolled down her spine at the thought of him marking her again. But the male only sighed, laying his forehead on her shoulder looking so forlorn it made Ebony's heart clench. Why did he look so sad?
Suddenly Saber's phone buzzed. He growled in frustration, his hair falling lazily over his eyes. Ebony wanted to push those dark locks back but he did that with an impatient rake of his fingers, which seemed to make him even more sexy. How could someone hold so much potent masculinity that it made her panties dampen at the sight of him? He held such swagger and confidence that a woman couldn't help but sigh breathless. His face grew dark at the sight of the text, a grim frown pulling down at the corners of his attractive mouth. His muscular body heaved a heavy sigh just before he settled Ebony onto the chair next to him.
"Unfortunately I can't stay, Sugar," Saber said pulling off the ruined red apron, his tattooed muscles flexing deliciously beneath her stare despite his sudden frustration. "I have to... work." His throat worked trying to get the words out yet the sexual tension in the air was crushed leaving awkwardness.
