krempuff | [for Adaline; April]

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[for Adaline; April]

Krem made sure that he had enough time to get home and shower before Adaline would be coming over. He didn't know, really, if she would be baking bread at his place as well, but he wanted to at least have enough time for that. It was a day he had off work, but he'd been at the gym anyway, which meant he'd gone harder than necessary, which meant he needed the shower even more than ever if he was going to have her over.

He was probably acting a damn fool about this. But it was worth making a good second impression. Just in case the first impression was just the wine talking.

Of course, since the lemon cake was a process, it still left him idling as he waited for Adaline to show up. He double checked that he'd texted her the proper building and apartment number, that he hadn't come across rudely. He tidied a little. He took off the cat's collar, just so she wouldn't spook Adaline--after all, there was no reason to assume Adaline would be able to see a ghost cat, like Krem could, so a floating collar would be awful strange. And then, he simply waited between steps of making the cake, as patiently as he possibly could, trying not to be nervous the whole time.

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With his free hand, Krem reached up to Adaline's ribs, giving them a squeeze, and then up to his chest, teasing her breast through her bra before roughly squeezing as he sucked intently at her clit. He slowly pressed a third finger into her as she rocked down against his fingers, fucking her with his hand. A little groan pressed out of him, happy to be there between her legs.

She groans at the squeeze, the roughness of the touch as his mouth works between her legs, as he fucks her with his fingers. She arches, her wrists still crossed over her head, but then she can't resist it. She drops one hand and pushes it into his hair and pulls, sharper than before.

This time, Krem didn't correct Adaline on where her hands were. He kept his moving, squeezing, working at her steadily. He could feel the occasional, slight flutters of her body, and he groaned each time her hips lifted up toward his mouth, licking and sucking at her with more and more intention, looking up her body hungrily as he worked on her.

She pushes both hands into his hair when he doesn't correct her, cradling the back of his skull as she rocks rhythmically up into his mouth, loving the groans that spill out of him as he attends to her. It's not long until her breath's sobbing in and out of her, her breasts pressing against the bind of her bra with every inhale.

"Oh, God, Krem," she moans. "Nearly."

With both hands in his hair, Krem found himself practically vibrating with anticipation, excited to be down between her legs as her breathing picked up, as her body reacted to his ministrations. He pressed on, doing everything he could to get all those soft little sounds out of her, to encourage her pleasant, breathy moans, to rock her steadily toward her first orgasm of the night--and, he hoped, not her only one, either.

Adaline has never been a woman who struggled to reach completion; she could put it down to practice, over the years but, honestly, it's probably got more to do with dumb luck. She rocks up against Krem's mouth until she can feel herself teetering on the edge of it, and then she's spilling over, coming hard against his mouth, struggling to keep from pulling his hair too hard.

Krem groaned, both at the way that Adaline pulled at his hair and at the way that he felt her body clench around his fingers. He shifted his hand a bit, sliding his mouth down to lick up the slick taste of her from around his fingers. It was a filthy, wondrous gesture, smearing his chin with the slickness.

He pulled back slowly after a moment, leaving his fingers inside her for now as he kissed slowly up her belly and chest. He lingered at her collarbone briefly, then finally came up to her mouth, kissing her possessively. Stretched out over her, it let him rub the toy he had, jutting from the front of his briefs, gently against her freshly stimulated clit.

She's so sensitive that it almost hurts, when he touch rubs over her lip that. She whimpers into the kiss, squirming on his fingers, not sure whether she's trying to push away from them or further down onto them. She can taste herself on his mouth, his tongue. She shivers, her nipples aching hard through the thin fabric of her bra.

Krem paused as she whimpered, softening the kiss a little and pulling back his hips a bit, easing his fingers out of her slowly. The last thing that he wanted was her this to be unpleasant for her. He shifted his kisses to her jaw, to her neck, then back up to her lips, being soft and gentle with her and lifting his hips up off her as he touched her slowly wherever he could reach.

"I just need a minute," she says, flushing, laughing a little as she leans into the sweet way that he's kissing her. "It's...lovely. You're lovely." her fingers skim the skin between his shoulder blades. "That thing your voice does sometimes....when you want me to do as I'm told."

Her cheeks blush darker.

"Take as long as you need," Krem said, trailing his fingertips across her skin slowly. He kept his weight off her for the most part, but let the slight weight of the toy rest in the crook of his thigh for now, the solidness a sort of promise, a reassurance of more if she'd like.

"Or we can stop for now." He smiled. "I can go finish up the cake, we can have a slice, some more wine. Whatever you'd like."

"Oh, no," says Adaline, shaking her head a little, looking up at him. "Don't stop. I don't need you to stop. I just needed a breather." She lifts one long leg and wraps it around his hips, pulling him in more snuggly against her. "I remember someone telling me that he was going to hold me down."

Krem laughed, light and a little tender, as she wrapped him in closer. He kept his hips back for just a moment longer, reaching down between them to make quick work of rolling the condom onto the toy and then slicking it with a little bit of lube--she was slick, but it never hurt to have a little extra.

He rubbed against her, slow and lazy, once that was done, and then grabbed her hands, pinning them down to the bed next to her shoulder. His voice took on that slightly husky tone again as he nudged, slowly, into her.

"I also said I might play with your ass a little," he murmured against her mouth. "We'll see where the night takes us."

Adaline bites her lip as the toy starts to slide into her. She flexes her fingers but doesn't try to pull away from the grip he has on her wrists. Once again, that tone of voice sends a shiver straight through her. Her heel presses into the back of his thigh. The flush in her cheeks is dark and enduring. She bites her lip for a second.

"You did say that," she says, the corner of her mouth tugging into a smirk. "I must look like that kind of girl."

He went slowly, since he had no way of gauging how it felt for her except for her body language. He watched her carefully--her face, her shoulders, the way that her breathing hitched and shuddered in her chest.

He kissed her bitten lower lip, answering her smirk with one of his own as he sank further into her.

"Next time," he said softly, "you can do whatever you like to me."

"That," says Addie, biting her lip and arching a little, her head pressing into the pillow, "Sounds like a very tempting offer." Her breath hitches a little, reminding her that she's still wearing her bra, that the clothes he's left her in highlight and outline nudity, rather than doing anything to hide it.

She groans softly, her fingers curling.

He closed his own hands a little tighter around her wrists as she flexed her fingers, not because she seemed to want to wiggle away from him, but because he had said, and she seemed to want, that sort of firm physical authority. He sank the last little bit of the toy into her, could feel the warmth of her up against him, and he settled for a moment, right up against her.

"It seems fair, after all. You've been terribly accommodating." He rocked his hips into her without really pulling out. "So very accommodating."

"Oh, I do my best," she says, biting her lip again as his hands tighten on her wrists, as he rocks his hips, shifting the toy inside her. She lifts her head, grazing a kiss against his jaw. "That feels so good."

Krem purred gently and angled his head, tilting to kiss her gently on the lips, almost a teasing kiss. He started to roll his hips a little more earnestly, setting up a slow pace first, pulling out just a little and pressing in deep, grinding in.

"You're beautiful," he whispered against her skin. "Oh, Maker, Adaline, you're lovely like this."

"You're not so bad yourself," she says, smiling up at him, lifting her head to chase after more kisses, her mouth brushing against his. "If this is any indication of your prowess then I sincerely hope I get more..." She moans softly. "Invitations to tea."

He smiled, kissing her, chasing her back down and pressing her into the mattress with his kisses, with the arch of his body ass he slowly picked up the pace a little. He managed a few strokes, pinning her down and kissing her like that, before he laughed and pulled back a bit from her mouth. "Hell with this."

It was easy enough to roll over onto his back, taking her with him. Even with her lighter weight, the shift still sank him all the way into her. He made quick work of removing her bra and tossing it aside.

"I want to see you move."

At first, the shift is disorientating. She finds herself stripped of her bra in no short order and the toy feels bigger from this angle. She shifts her hips for a moment, getting used to the press of it inside her and then she arches her back, rolling her hips a little and biting her lip.

"Like this?" she asks, her fingers grazing over her bare breasts, tweaking her nipples.

The first, slow movements, the sight of her touching herself, made Krem groan softly. It sent a shock of heat directly to his groin, a pool a delicious desire between his thighs. He let Adaline move on her own, however she wished, for the moment, scraping his nails down her sides until his hands sat firmly on her hips, fingers squeezing at her ass.

"Yes," he breathed, grinning up at her. "Just like that."

She loves, she's finding, when he makes that particular sound. She rocks in his lap, slowly at first, teasing him as much as she's teasing herself. She rolls her hips back into his hands on her ass, pinching at her nipples, tugging lightly, biting her lip as she looks down at him.

"You like it?" she asks, teasing. "I'm up to requirements?"

"Surpassing," he assured, and laughed softly. He gave her ass a gentle swat, planting his feet flat on the bed so he could meet the roll of her hips with the lift of his own. His soft, breathy groans turned deeper, throatier; the new angle pressed the toy back against him as well, and each thrust rubbed against him pleasantly.

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