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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Adaline arches for a moment, pushing one hand into her hair, her head tipped back, her teeth worrying her lip. Her hips stutter for a moment and then her thighs are squeezing against him as she comes, her head tipping forward until she's bent almost double as it shivers through her.

He arched up to her as she bent double, nipping at her breast as he had the first time they'd been together. This time, it was a mirror of the first mark. He pressed his face into the valley of her breasts and groaned against her skin, sucking up a bruise where the gore of her bra would fall again, opposite where the last bruise had been, continuing to move for a moment as he worked her through the waves of her orgasm. It wouldn't do to leave her wanting half way through, after all.

Adaline pushes her fingers into his hair, pulling, holding his mouth against her skin as she comes hard, her thighs spasming, her cunt clenching around the toy. If she was in her right mind, she might worry about hurting him but, in that moment, she's lost among stars.

Krem let out a soft, happy whimper against her skin as she tugged at his hair, feeling her thighs shake against his legs, his hips. He shifted the hand he'd had on her ass just a little, enough to swat her ass again, then settle warmly on her skin, content just to hold onto her as he slowed to a stop inside her.

He slaps her and Addie groans softly, at the sting, at the answering clench of her cunt as the last ripples of her orgasm spread and then settle. She rubs her cheek against his shoulder a moment, her eyelashes fluttering.

"I didn't think I was going to enjoy being slapped that much."

He hummed softly, kissing along her neck and up to her cheek, slowly easing her off the toy and just gently astride his stomach. Her body was a comforting warmth and weight atop him, and he smiled at her.

"I'm glad you did, then," he said gently. He hadn't tried that before, really. It was nice that it had gone over well.

Her entire body feels like she's fluttering with aftershocks. She stays astride him, her breasts pressed against his chest. She turns her face and presses a kiss against the side of his neck.

"Did you..?"

Krem hummed, soft, and said nothing for a moment. He trailed his fingers slowly up and down her spine, memorizing the shape of her body against his, the warmth of her, the feeling of her lips on his neck. It was all lovely.

Slanting a look at her and ignoring the question, he softly asked, "Have you worked up an appetite yet?"

"Yes," she says, one eyebrow raised as she studies him, her mouth pursing for a moment. "Don't think I don't know that you just avoided answering that question."

He kissed those stubborn lips, smiling at her gently and reassuringly as he rolled her gently onto her back. It was easy, from there, to slide off the bed and strip the condom off the toy. Easy clean up, for now. He pulled the toy gently out of the ring on the briefs and left it on the bedside table for the moment, before offering her his hand.

"I've a cake to finish for you."

She takes his hand, lets him draw her to her feet.

"And am I eating it naked?" she teases. "I can. I don't mind. If you're enjoying the view." She lifts an eyebrow, definitely smirking then.

"I am enjoying the view," Krem said, letting his eyes rake over her appreciatively and smiling to meet her smirk. "But I'll leave that up to you. I've no plans to put anything on, frankly."

He leaned up and kissed her, sweetly, giving her side a squeeze before he trailed out of the bedroom and left her with the decision of whether or not she'd put any of her clothes back on or not.

"You're wearing slightly more than I am," points out Adaline, watching his ass in his briefs as he walks away from her. She lies on the bed for another moment, her blonde hair tousled across the pillow. Eventually, though, she does push up off the bed. She has a gauzy scarf in her purse; she slips it around her hips like a sarong which doesn't hide things so much as obscure.

"That cake smells incredible," she says, stepping out into the lounge, stretching bare arms up over her head.

In the kitchen, he was finishing dressing the cake. It was always a bit of a rustic looking thing, and now was no different. He didn't try and make it something it wasn't. When Adaline came out of the bedroom, he cut his gaze over to her, admiring the image she made: some beautiful painting come to life, elegant lines and the drapery of cloth marking the illusion of modesty that wasn't there.

He finished dressing the cake and sliced it into equal portions, bringing her a plate with slice and fork. "Coffee or tea? More wine? I should check the lamb, probably."

"We're eating in reverse," she says, teasing as she slides into a chair at the table. "More wine I think, please." She picks up her fork and takes a bite of the cake. Her eyelashes flutter. "If I hadn't already let you see me naked, I definitely would now."

He smiled and grabbed the bottle of wine and their half discarded wine glasses, as well as his own plate and fork, coming to the table as well to join her. He poured her a glass of wine and sat, pouring his own.

"Are you really complaining about doing this in reverse?"

Once he was settled, Adaline lifts long bare legs and slides her feet in his lap while she eats her cake.

"I'm not complaining about anything," she says, her mouth quirking into a smirk as she reaches for her wineglass. "Would I?"

With one hand busy digging into his cake, he dropped the other to her foot, rubbing gently but with a presence that he hoped wouldn't tickle her. He wasn't particularly familiar with rubbing feet, and definitely not one handed. But he could try his best.

"You certainly don't seem like you have much room to complain at this point. Cake and wine and all that."

She'd really only slid her feet in his lap to maintain that sense of contact but she's not going to complain when he starts rubbing her feet with strong fingers.

"Cake. Wine. Company." She smiles. "Nothing to complain about."

"Always good to know my company's acceptable enough to pass muster," Krem said with a laugh, setting down his fork to pick up his wine glass and take a sip. He smirked around the edge, sliding his hand slowly up Adaline's foot to her ankle, her calve, than back down again.

"Perfectly acceptable so far," she says, enjoying a pleasurable little shiver as his hand slides over her skin. "The cake is definitely helping." She laughs a little, her hair slipping forward to curtain the curve of one bare breast.

"I'm sure my mother would be proud to know her recipe is being well received," Krem said with a lazy sort of smile. He left his hand, casually, on top of Adaline's shin, and focused almost entirely on his slice of cake and glass of wine. As if he were entranced by the way her hair skated across her skin and against her nipple like that.

"Definitely had my compliments," she says, chewing another bite of her cake, enjoying the zest of it on her tongue. She caught her hair back and combed it with her fingers, gathering the whole fall of it over one shoulder. It does very little to disguise her nakedness.

He was sure he ought to get up, check the lamb again, make some effort to finish the dinner that he had invited her over to have. It would be the proper thing to do, the polite thing. Instead, he was watching her fingers in her hair and thinking about them in his own; thinking about the shape where her ankle met her calve; thinking about kissing the taste of lemon and wine out of her mouth and wondering if he could get her off a third time, right there on his dinner table.

He didn't think he'd ever let himself think quite so filthily about someone before. It was rather nice, in its own ways, even if he found himself getting a little embarrassed as well.

He blushes; Adaline notices it when she looks up. One eyebrow raises and she sets down her fork, and lifts her wine, smiling a little against the edge of the glass. It really is delicious; she catches herself wondering what it might taste like splashed on skin.

"What?"

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