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Dipping my finger back into the batter behind her, I take a hefty dollop and trace some around one nipple and then the other. When I look at her face, her cheeks are starting to turn pink, and her hands are gripping the edge of the countertop.

She whispers, “More.”

I move the bowl from behind her to the side so I have better access. This time, I take two fingers and coat them in the batter and bring them back to her chest. Starting in the center between her tits, I trail my fingers down her torso. I stop just above the band of her shorts.

Using my other hand, I grab the front of her shorts and bend slightly to pull them down her legs. She steps out of them as I rise.

“I should probably clean up my mess, huh?” I frame her face in my hands, and she nods.

Moving my hands, I cup her breasts, lean in and twirl my tongue around one nipple, then suck it into my mouth. When I pull back, her nipple pops out of my mouth, and I kiss the tip before moving to the other breast. I repeat the movement, but this time, I bite down lightly, which causes her to bring her hands to my head. Her fingers slide through my hair as she lets out a soft moan.

“That feels so good, Beck. Holy shit, keep going.”

“Oh, baby, I’m not even close to being done with you.”

I lift my body, and her hands fall from my head. Then I reach back into the batter before I make my way down her chest and stomach with my tongue.

When I get to her center, I get on my knees and look up at her. Her eyes are glazed, and she’s holding her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Open for me, baby.” I smooth my unbattered hand down from her hip to her inner thigh while she spreads her legs. “That’s better.”

I lean in and place a kiss on her pussy. “So pretty.”

One hand opens her center, and I lean in to kiss her clit. When I pull back, I look up at her again, but this time, her head is tilted back slightly, and her eyes are closed, her palms flat on the countertop.

With my brownie-battered fingers, I start at her clit and slide them down to her opening. Bringing my fingers back up to her clit, I slowly circle them, then lean in and lick.

“Fuck, Beck. Do that again.”

So, I do. Running my tongue back and forth from her clit to her center. Her hips start to thrust, so I slide one hand around to her ass and help her move in sync with the swipe of my tongue.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and come for me, Charlie?” I ask when I pull away.

“So good. I’ll be so good. I’m almost there, Beck. Keep going, but add a finger.”

Is there anything hotter than my girl telling me what she wants? I think not.

So, I lick my fingers clean before I lean back in to circle her clit with my tongue and slide my index finger inside her pussy. I pump in and out and start to increase my pace with my tongue and finger, moving in time with her thrusts.

“Beck! I’m going to come. Fuck, don’t stop,” she demands, breathing heavy.

I pull my finger out and slide two fingers into her, finding that spot that makes her see stars, and I suck hard on her clit. My hand on her ass holds her in place as she reaches her orgasm.

Feeling her pulse around my fingers and tongue, I slow my movements. She’s moved her hand back onto my head, holding me in place. As her hold softens, I remove my fingers and pull back.

When I stand, she reaches for me, bringing me in for a kiss. I slide my tongue into her mouth, twirl it around hers, and moan.

“I think you should make brownies more often.”

“Beck, I didn’t even get them in the pan. And now I have to start all over again since you mixed me in with the batter!”

Resting my forehead against hers, I tease, “But it was worth it, right?”

“More than worth it, but I think our time is up. I need to get dressed before the guys start walking in. And you still stink, babe.”

“Okay, I’m going. If you make more, don’t let them eat all the brownies before I’m out.”

“I’ll save you the best piece, Beck,” she says and blows me a kiss.