HAVE YOUR CAKE AND EAT HER TOO

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She hears the key rattle in the front door.  She smiles but does not stop what she is doing.  Biting her lower lip, she concentrates on squeezing just the right amount of her homemade buttercream frosting out of the piping bag,  The cake is to be tonight’s special dessert.

She was hoping to be done before he got home but had spent a little extra time in the bath and then doing her hair and makeup.  She hadn’t seen him in nearly a week and wanted everything to be perfect.

She hears the sound of luggage being rolled in through the door onto the tiled entryway.  He’s so close now that her breath nearly catches in her throat.  She feels him standing in the doorway behind her.  Even though she tries to keep concentrating on the cake, she can feel his eyes caress her body and knows that if she turned around right now, she’d see a slow smile spread across his face.  Just a few more squeezes and the cake will be done.

She nearly gasps as she feels the heat from his body press against her back.  A sigh escapes from between her lips as his mouth finds that perfect spot on the side of her neck.  He has always known exactly where to plant his kisses to make her melt.  Her hand shaking, she places the piping bag on the counter and closes her eyes, trying to still her breathing.

Before she can get back to work, she feels his strong arms turn her around and lift her up, placing her firmly on the counter top.  She smells his cologne and beneath that, the unmistakable scent, the same one that lingers on his pillow in their bed.  The smell she knows as HIM.

His whisper rumbles in her ear, “I’ve missed you little one.”  He cuts short her answer by pressing his lips to hers.  His lips part and she allows his tongue entrance, meeting it with hers.  As their kiss deepens and her arms wrap around his neck, she gets a nagging thought that she is forgetting something.

Breaking the kiss and dropping her hands, she pushes him back a little,  Laughing, she reaches between her spread thighs and pulls out the piping bag from underneath herself,  She looks up at him and sees that twinkling in his eyes that tells her that he has had a sudden wicked thought.

As she looks for somewhere to put the piping bag down, she lets out a loud gasp as he yanks her legs froward and pushes her back onto the counter.  She feels her elbow land in the cake she spent so long decorating.  About to protest, she feels the flat of his tongue lick the frosting off the inside of her thigh.  His lips continue up, leaving warm wet kisses until the tip of his tongue parts her to taste of her sweetness.  Her protest dies on her lips and the last thing she thinks before the pleasure overtakes her is…”who needs cake?”