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I wonder if she likes pancakes for breakfast, and if so, what toppings? Jesus. What is the matter with me, have I gone totally soft for this woman? I’m acting like a love-struck teenager; I need to pull myself together. I can’t stop thinking about her, how she tasted, fuck. My cock is getting hard just thinking about her. Trying to think about something—anything else, as I need to speak with her first. I need to find out what she knows, and what her relationship with Jack is. It has occupied my mind all night, and I feel unsettled by it. Unsettled by the fact she may belong to someone else. Getting all the ingredients together to make pancakes, I put aside a few different toppings. I normally have Linda cook for me, but today, just for my little wasp, I’m cooking.

As I mix the pancake batter together, I hear movement from upstairs, followed by a loud thud...thud...thud…

Leaving everything where it is, I rush to help Raine down the stairs, but once I get near the bottom, I hear Raine shout out, “Don't you dare, pretty boy, I’m not an invalid. I can get my own ass down the stairs. Thank you very much.”

“Pretty boy?” I repeat back at her.

“Yes, you, back up, I can do it myself, you know.” With that, she grabs hold of the banisters and starts hopping her way down the stairs. I try to, but I can’t hold it in, and I burst out laughing. The sight of her hopping down the stairs has me in stitches. When she reaches the bottom, she gives me a stern look. She is not impressed by me laughing at her, but I shrug her off.

Making my way back to the kitchen, I shout back over my shoulder, “Come on, hop-along, kitchen is this way.”

I continue where I left off and give the batter another stir. I glance over to Raine as she attempts to jump herself up on the counter. It takes her several attempts, but she gets there. Turning my gaze away, I smirk to myself, as I grab the frying pan from the top cupboard and place it on the stove. “Do you like pancakes?” I ask.

“Yes, love them,” she replies. Her legs swing as she hums a song to herself. I can’t make out what it is. I remain silent as I creep toward her. The moment she becomes aware of my proximity, her gaze sharpens, and she shoots me a fierce look. She narrows her eyes at me as she pops a blueberry in her mouth. She doesn’t flinch or attempt to move when I part her thighs and slip in between them.

“What song were you humming?” I ask, curiously.

“A...um... I don’t know, it’s just a tune that comes into my head every now and then, do you know it?”

“It sounds familiar, yes, I can't quite put my finger on it though.”

“Hmmm,” she replies before popping another blueberry into her mouth. Reaching over, I grab a handful of the fruit. My smile widens as I do. I crush a blueberry between my fingers before I rub it all over her lips. She doesn’t protest or try to wipe it off. A look of desire glistens in her gaze. Her chest rises and falls slowly as she deeply inhales each breath. I repeat the action, only this time, making sure I don’t miss any part of her lips. Then, I take a moment to admire her.

Noticing a few drops starting to drip down to her chin, I lean in and lick it off. She lets out a loud gasp, her body stiffening. Loving the taste of her skin mixed with the blueberries, I continue to indulge. Savoring the taste as I lick the remaining blueberry off. I repeat this process several times, until she stops me.

“Pancakes. I thought you were making pancakes?” She spits out, with a shaky voice. Making it obvious that I’m affecting her, turning her on. My cock delights in the thought, as it strains heavily against my pants.

“I would much rather eat fruit off you,” I say, leaning in, brushing my lips gently across her face. “What other fruit do you like, Sweetheart?”

“Ummm,” is all she manages to reply. Her chest inhales deeply, as her gaze darkens. Moving from between her legs, I search through the ingredients that I left on the counter. Grabbing the strawberries, raspberries, and maple syrup, I place them beside her. She fixes her gaze on the items, before locking her eyes back on me. A playful smirk dances across her lips as she reaches for the syrup.

In a swift, graceful motion, she slides off the counter. For a moment, she wobbles. I grab hold of her elbow to help steady her. Her intense gaze scans my body.

“I'm hungry, too,” she whispers, walking around me. I spin around to face her, but she shoves me backwards until my back hits the countertop. She tugs on the bottom of my T-shirt.

“Take it off,” she demands, with an unmistakable sense of determination. Leaning forward, I pull it off as quickly as possible, throwing it to the floor. A sense of hunger floats in the air as my eyes lock back on hers. She takes the step that separates us. Raising her hand that holds the syrup, she suddenly starts pouring it slowly down my chest. Fuck. What is this woman doing to me? A wave of excitement sweeps over me as my cock twitches with anticipation. I so desperately want to grind it up against her, to relieve some tension. She bends down in front of me until she’s squatting. I open my mouth to speak, but she interrupts.

“My leg is fine,” she says with a shush. Turning her focus back to my syrup coated stomach, she sticks her tongue out, flattening it. Starting from near my belly button she starts licking in long hard strokes. FUCK ME. She takes her time. Licking, making sure she gets all the syrup she can off, before pouring some more. Only this time, she starts pouring from my belly button down. The syrup builds up along the waistband of my bottoms.

Pouting, her eyes shimmer with a slight sadness. “Aww, these are blocking the way,” she mutters. Hooking two fingers of her free hand into my bottoms. She pulls them out away from my body. Mischievously, she pours the syrup down. It rolls down my pants coating the base of my cock and balls.

“Take them off,” she demands, letting go of my pants. I don’t hesitate to follow her instruction, as I take a step to the side. But she has poured so much syrup over me, that I’m all sticky, and it’s a struggle to get them off. She doesn’t spare me a glance once I finally get the bottoms off. She directs my attention to the counter. “Up!”

I spring up onto the counter, my heart racing with excitement. The syrup leaves a sweet tanginess in the air between us, as she moves in closer. With syrup in hand, she starts pouring it, only this time she’s only concentrating on my cock, trying the best she can to coat it all. By the time she's finished, there is syrup everywhere, dripping down my legs, down the counter, and all over the floor. She stands tall, looking over her handiwork. A pout of disapproval visible across her face.

“That won't do,” reaching over me she grabs a raspberry. Letting out a light giggle, she places the raspberry on the tip of my cock and squishes it on, so it coats my tip. “That's it,” she gleams. “Perfect.”

I’m unable to control my laughter, but stop short when I feel her tongue on me. “Ooo…Mmm.” I moan out loudly. With warm strokes of her tongue she licks along my length. Then wraps her fingers around it gently, causing my hips to buck off the counter. “Fuck.” I grit out.

Popping the tip of my cock into her mouth, she rolls her tongue around it. Moaning softly, like I’m the best thing she has ever tasted. I suck in a breath, gripping the counter hard.

“Mmm,” I moan. Sticking out her tongue, she drops her head as she takes my cock fully into her mouth, gagging when it hits the back of her throat.

“That’s it, take all of me” I growl, nearly taking a chunk of the counter off. If she keeps doing what she is doing, I’m not going to last long. Hollowing her cheeks, she sucks. “Fuck… Raine. That feels so good.” This woman has me sinking deeper than I even imagined. Slowly she bobs her head. Her moans echo through me, sending me closer and closer to the edge. Until she stops.

She straightens her back. Her eyes glisten with unshed tears, as they drift up to me, then back down to the counter. I follow her line of sight. Her hand keeps getting stuck to my thigh. I don’t think she thought this through. The syrup is so sticky, and that’s after she has licked most of it off. I grab her shoulders gently, pushing her back a step so I can slide off the counter. However, it’s not so much a smooth slide as it is a struggle to pull myself away; the syrup clings to me like glue. Every time I move, it feels like I'm ripping off a bandage. Once I find my footing, I bend down and gently lift her into my arms, carefully swinging her up onto my shoulder. The warmth of her body rests against me as I secure her.

“Fuck this. We will finish this in the shower,” I say, slapping her ass. She lets out a yelp and I slap her again, before making my way out of the kitchen and up the stairs. “The pancakes can wait.”