“Get two eggs, babe,” I tell Harry, brushing my hair off my forehead. He nods, leaving my side to rummage through the refrigerator.
“Baking is so boring,” he groans, coming back to me, handing me the eggs. “Why do you have to love it?”
“You’re the one who used to work in a bakery,” I challenge, “And I bake because it’s fun. No one said you had to do it with me.”
“I’ll watch,” he smiles as he jumps up onto the counter, his heels banging against the white cabinets of his kitchen.
It’s quiet for a few minutes before I move to the island, bending down to get the mixer out of the bottom drawer. I know exactly what I’m doing as I exaggerate my movements, swaying my hips from side to side before I come up, an innocent smirk etched across my face.
Harry shakes his head as I make my way back to my mixing bowl, his eyes sparkling. He watches for a minute, dipping his finger into the sugar bowl before he licks the crystals off and does it again. “Don’t do that!” I yelp, “I still need that!”
“Sorry,” he laughs, jumping off the counter, making his way behind me. He pulls my hair to one side, exposing my neck before he wraps his arms around my waist, holding me to his chest.
He begins to drop kisses along the column of my throat, going up and down before his tongue begins to dance over my skin and I’m forced to quit mixing. I turn around, glaring at him before he shrugs, pulling me even closer. I reach up to kiss his lips, planning to distract him for a moment or two so he’ll leave me in peace.
But my plan doesn’t go my way as his lips leave mine, leaving a trail across my jaw and down my neck. One hand reaches for the hem of my shirt and his other one reaches to brush my bra-covered breast.
“Harry,” I manage, “I’m supposed to be baking.”
“So? I want you. That’s more important.” I can’t argue when he pulls my shirt over my head and trails his fingertips across my breast bone. His hand is still sticky from where he dabbled in the sugar bowl earlier. Lips trail after his hands and he smirks up at me. “You taste sweet.”
His lips move over my skin, his teeth lightly nibbling and sucking on the thin skin of my neck. I wind my hands into his dark hair, not caring that they’re soiled with cake batter, the sticky substance clinging to his curls.
Harry groans into my neck as I grind my hips forward, rocking my center against his erection, my hands tugging at his hair to hold him closer to me. His lips feel amazing against my neck, suckling and biting until it’s almost painful. He quickly soothes the bite with the edge of his tongue, sending my stomach into flutters.
I gasp as Harry shoves the bowl from behind my back, taking my hips into his hands and laying me so my back is parallel to the cold granite. A shiver passes through my system as goosebumps erupt over my skin, both from Harry and the chilliness of the countertop.
Harry leans over so his lips skim over my chest and collarbones before he moves south, his mouth hovering over my left breast, teasing me. I can feel his breath, hot and balmy over me, my nipple hardening and pebbling instantly.
His hands encase my waist as his mouth wraps around the pink nub, his lips closing over the sensitive skin as he pulls and rolls the nipple in his hot mouth. I arch my back to get closer to him, wanting to feel him pressed against me. Harry pulls back only slightly to trace a wet trail with his tongue to my right breast.
He rolls the flat of his tongue over my hyper-sensitive skin and I groan, my hands yet again digging into his scalp as he sucks harder, using the very edge of his teeth to have me panting and begging for more. Harry chuckles darkly as he moves down my body, his lips leaving wet and sloppy kisses across my torso, the tip of his tongue flicking over the crevice of my bellybutton only for a second before he gets to the waistband of my yoga shorts.
Harry’s green eyes bore into mine as he hooks his two fingers into the black fabric, yanking them and my underwear off in one fell swoop. He watches me like a hawk as he drops to his knees, his fingers clasping around my ankles to push my feet onto the edge of the counter.
I roll my head back as Harry places feather light kisses on each leg as he goes, his lips barely touching my heated skin as he moves forward. He nibbles on the inside of my thigh, making use of his teeth and tongue to leave me with a bright red lovebite. Harry smirks as he stands slightly, extending his arm beside me to dip two of his fingers into the batter dish.
Not caring if he makes a mess, Harry drips the gooey liquid over my stomach, hips and thighs before he runs out. My eyes fall closed as Harry lays his arms on either side of me, his plump lips beginning to suck off the sticky cake mix from my torso. His tongue swipes over every inch of me, leaving me panting and wanting his touch.
“Please,” I whine as he bites down onto the cleft of my hipbone, my hands flying to his hair to push him lower. “Do something.”
He laughs as he dips his finger into the bowl once more before he traces them over my mouth, leaving my lips covered in cake batter. Harry’s body covers mine once more as he leans over, pressing our lips together. He makes sure to get every inch of goodness off of my lips, the very tip of his tongue passing over the side of my mouth to get the very last drop.
One finger still covered in mix is dipped into my mouth and I swirl my tongue along his roughened fingertips, his eyes darkening as he realizes exactly what I’m doing to him. He extracts his finger with a small pop before he drops to his knees again, hooking his hands around the outsides of my thighs to pull me closer.
He locks my legs onto the counter as he dives into my center, his talented tongue quickly spreading my folds. I moan loudly at his ministrations, arching my hips upward as he takes long swipes up and down my core, his tongue teasing my entrance only for a second before he moves back up to focus on my clit.
Harry sucks the sensitive nub between his plump lips, causing me to cry out his name and dig my nails into his shoulder blades. I rock my hips from side to side as his tongue slashes over me, going south to my entrance to tease me there. His hands slide up my body to cup my breasts, rolling each nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
He flicks his tongue in and out over and over before he focuses solely on my clit, humming an unfamiliar tune that leaves me gasping for air. I push myself ridiculously hard into his face, knocking him off rhythm until his hands slam me back down onto the counter.
“God,” he groans against the inside of my thigh. “You’re so fucking wet.”
I don’t even respond as I push his face with my leg, sending him back over where I need him the most. His talented tongue runs circles over my clit and before I know it, he slams two fingers into me, working them faster than his tongue.
He pumps them in and out before he pushes them upward to press harshly against my g-spot and my toes crack from the force of how hard my toes are curling. His fingertips work hard over the rough patch of nerves while he simultaneously hums and sucks my clit between those picture perfect lips of his. “Come on,” he says, “Come for me.”
I fall apart around his finger and tongue, my toes latching around the edge of the countertop, my fingers digging into Harry’s skin. I’m in cloud nine as I come, my hips moving at random while my walls convulse and contract around Harry.
“Fuck,” I whimper as I begin to come back down from my high, every muscle in my body instantly relaxing. Harry places an innocently kiss just below my bellybutton before he makes his trek upward, stopping to kiss my neck sweetly, finding my favorite spot just below my jaw.
I reach for him, kissing his lips languidly, taking my time before I let our tongues battle together and he wins dominance, of course. Gently pushing on his shoulders, I sit up, kissing along his long and thin collarbones before I move lower, playfully running my tongue over his nipple as he hisses.
I shake my head as I guide my mouth downward, running a trail of kisses along the outline of his abs while my thumbs rub circles into his defined hipbones. I can feel his hands in my hair as I snake my tongue along the edge of his Calvin Klein’s, quickly hooking my fingers into the waist of his sweatpants before I pull the elastic away from his body to yank them down.
His cock springs forward just as his pants pool around his ankles and I smirk as I look up to him, his hand gently holding my cheek. “You’re so hard,” I tease, beginning to stroke him a few times just to tease him. I brush my thumb over the swollen head and Harry hisses yet again, his teeth digging into his bottom lip.
I push him back a bit and hop off the counter, guiding him so he’s now leaning against the granite countertop. I drop to my knees, placing my hands over Harry’s hips as I lean forward, placing a chaste kiss over the head of his cock.
I run my tongue along the length of him, teasing every ridge and vein until I can practically see him pulsing beneath my touches. Harry gathers my hair onto one shoulder and watches me as I wrap my lips around him, moving slowly.
I manage to take most of him in before I hollow out my cheeks and suck, a groan leaving Harry’s lips as I hear his head hit the cabinets above him. I work with my fist what I can’t quite fit yet as I begin to bob my head up and down, creating a steady rhythm.
Harry tightens his grip onto my hair when I press my tongue along the spot where the shaft meets the head. His green eyes are locked on mine as I slide my mouth even further around him. He hits the back of my throat and I gag, my throat constricting tightly causing a deep groan to leave Harry’s mouth. I swallow to keep from gagging again and I know Harry absolutely loves it.
I move my mouth faster, working him quickly as Harry’s hands push down on the back of my head. I suck harshly and hollow out my cheeks, my eyes closing as Harry jerks into my mouth. I hear the soft whimper he always does when he’s close and I look up to catch him still staring at me. “Stop,” he says, grinning. “You’re way too good at that.”
He falls out of my mouth with a small pop and hooks his fingers around my upper arms to lift me onto the counter. Harry bends slightly to kiss my lips again, his hands locking around my waist to pull me to the edge of the granite. His lips feel amazing against mine, both of us working in sync as I feel his fingers begin to tease my center yet again, his lips tugging into a smile against mine. “You’re always so ready for me, baby,” he whispers, one of his hands coming to push my hair out of my face.
Harry strokes me for a minute or two until I’m arching against his hand, desperate for more. I whimper at the loss of contact as he pulls away from me, his lips muffling the sound. I’m not left alone for long as Harry places his erection against my opening. He stills for a moment, waiting to see just how long he can stand still before I move. I barely make it thirty seconds before I wriggle my hips, sending us together.
Harry laughs as he hooks an arm behind my lower back and slams himself inside of me. It feels amazing as he fills me, stretching me in the best possible way. His hand digs into my hip as he begins to pump in and out of me, my legs hitching higher so my heels dig into the small of his back.
I push myself against him with the same amount of force that he’s giving me, knocking our hips together over and over. We crash together as I feel the head of his cock hit my g-spot and I moan his name loudly, my head falling back against the kitchen cabinet.
His hips pound against mine and I am putty in his hands as he works me. His breath is hot against my neck as he pumps himself in and out, pausing only to yank me from the counter and bend me over it.
He teases me for a moment, and I groan from frustration, wanting to feel him inside me yet again. After what seems like hours, he finally pushes back into me, my whole body lurching forward from the force. The granite is cold against my chest and cheek, too smooth for me to find anything to hold onto as he fucks me, his nails leaving crescent-shaped marks in my skin.
“You feel so good,” he groans, his hips still moving rapidly as he snakes a hand between us, his long and thin fingers working harsh circles over my clit. I can feel myself beginning to fall apart and I push my hips back ward against him, causing both of us to moan loudly. “Gonna come for me, aren’t you, baby?” Harry asks, working his hand faster.
I nod into the counter, feeling the walls break and my orgasm rushes through me suddenly, my walls contracting rapidly over and over. Everything but Harry is erased from my mind as I come harder than I did before.
Harry holds my hips tightly as he finds his own release, a sharp hiss leaving his lips as he comes inside of me, his hips knocking against mine half-heartedly. We continue to move against each other for a few minutes until we’ve both come down properly, our heartbeats still too fast and our breathing still out of control.
Harry slides out of me and I push myself up only to sink down onto the floor because of my shaking legs. “So now I feel gross and I got no cake made.”
Harry laughs loudly as he looks down at me, running his hands through his damp curls. “We’ll go to the store and buy a cake if you want one so badly.”
“It’s not the same,” I complain, reaching for his hand to stand up. “But I really feel disgusting. I’m sticky and sweaty and it’s your entire fault.”
“Well,” he says, raising an eyebrow. “That’s what showers are for.”