She turned around and leaned over, revealing even more delightful derriere as she bent at the waist, then shifted back and forth a little, sending her skirt bouncing as she scoured that drawer, sifting through the towels for the nonexistent car keys. His cock swelled at the sight of her naked behind framed by that bouncing white lace and black overskirt.
Finally, she stood up and turned to face him. Satisfaction gleamed in her emerald eyes at his intense gaze. “Sorry, sir, they don’t seem to be there.”
“Ah, then maybe you could check the top cupboard.” He pointed at the glass-doored cupboard over the sink.
She opened the door and stretched upward. The movement caused her skirt to shift upward, revealing more creamy thigh. Finally, she grabbed a box from the top shelf and pulled it down. She turned and walked toward him, a sexy sway to her hips.
“Sorry, sir. No keys.” She handed him the box and he saw they were cookies.
“Why did you give me these?” he asked.
“Because I thought you might like something sweet.” As she stared at him, she licked her lips. She stood a mere foot from him. Too far away.
He thumped the cookies down on the counter, his hormones thrumming through him.
He stood up. She shifted a little, but their bodies nearly touched.
“I would like something sweet, but not cookies.”
She stared up at him, anticipation glimmering in her eyes, obviously waiting for a kiss, but instead, he pushed the box of cookies back into her hand.
“Put these away . . . there.” He pointed to the bottom cupboard and followed her across the kitchen. When she leaned over to place the box away, his hand stroked up the back of her thigh, then under her skirt and over her round, firm flesh.
“You have a lovely ass, Dani.”
“Thank you, sir.”
He stroked her several more times, then wrapped his hands around her waist and stroked upward until just under her breasts, then drew her up from her bent position. His hands cupped her full breasts. They filled his palms, the nipples jutting forward into his hold. He drew her back against his chest as he gently squeezed and stroked those lovely breasts. She rested her head against his shoulder and the delightful scent of her mango shampoo filled his nostrils. He breathed in, savoring the sweetness, then nuzzled her temple. Her soft auburn curls caressed his cheek.
“You’re incredibly beautiful, Dani.”
“Thank you, Master Jamieson.”
He turned her around and smiled as she gazed up at him with glittering green eyes. He lowered his face to hers and kissed her. The delicate feel of her lips on his was sweet and sensuous, then turned more passionate as her tongue stroked along his lips, then dove inside with enthusiasm. He stroked her tongue, then drew it deeper into his mouth. Her lips moved on his with an eager breathlessness.
She drew away and gazed up at him, blatant need in her eyes. Her hand stroked over his throbbing bulge.
“Sir, you look a little uncomfortable. Allow me.”
She tugged on his belt buckle and released the tab. A second later, she had his zipper undone and her delicate fingers wrapped around his cock.
“Ohhhh . . . that’s much better,” he said.
She stroked him up and down. He ached to drive his cock inside her wet opening, but he resisted the blind animal drive so he could enjoy the playful, and intensely sexy, foreplay. She leaned forward and at the first touch of her hot, damp tongue on his cockhead, he groaned. She licked him from base to tip and he stroked her head affectionately. Soon she wrapped her lips around him and took his cockhead into her warm mouth.
“Oh, sweetheart, that feels wonderful.”
She sucked and licked, driving him wild. Within moments, she had him ready to burst at the seams, so he stilled her head.
“Okay, honey, it’s time to stop. As much as I love your delightful mouth, there’s somewhere else I’d like to be right now.”
Dani released him and stood up, her sultry gaze telling him she’d like a few things right now, too. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, then sucked and licked his lips, driving him wild. He pressed back on her shoulders and decided to take control again. After all, that’s the scenario she’d set up.
He gazed at her lovely face, then reached around and opened the barrette holding her hair in the coil at the back of her head. Her hair tumbled around her shoulders. He ran his fingers through the silky strands, then smoothed it around her shoulders.
“Dani, go and check what’s in the oven.”
“Yes, sir.” She turned and crossed to the oven, then flicked on the oven light and leaned over.