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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"Am I not allowed a single secret? I still haven't made it through the last set of things I wanted to do to you," Krem said mildly, glancing down at her hips like he could check out her backside while she was sitting on it. He took a bite of cake off his fork and sucked on the tines vaguely, tongue pressed to them, expression vaguely thoughtful.

"...I suppose I could combine the ideas."

"I'll allow you to maintain a sense of mystery," says Adaline, swallowing the last little bit of her wine and setting down her class. She leans back in her chair, arms folded loosely across her chest. "But I'm very difficult to surprise."

"You make it sound like I'm going to spring things on you when you're walking home at night, trying to startle you," Krem said with a bit of a laugh. He smoothed his thumb along the arch of Adaline's foot, dragging it down from his rib to plant her foot gently against his crotch. "Maybe I just don't want to give you a treatise of every lewd thing I want to do to you."

Adaline bites her lip when he guides her foot into place, pressed snug against the fabric of his briefs. She uncrosses her arms, twisting her hair up into a knot on the back of her head before she lets it all spills down again.

"I can accept that," she says.

He rubbed the top of her foot gently, keeping it in place against him, radiating warmth. He lingered in finishing his cake, as if he wasn't watching the way her breasts shifted when she moved, the softness of her stomach, the shift of her thighs under her acarf. She looked like a Tevinter dancer. Once, Krem had learned to dance with scarves. He would not have looked nearly so soft and graceful.

When he'd finally finished his cake and wine, he gently pushed the plate aside, then let up his hand from her foot. He crooked his finger at her a little, calling her toward him.

While she's flexible, Adaline takes her foot down before she slides out of her chair, the fabric of her scarf whispering around her bare thighs as she slips into his lap instead, curling her arm around his neck.

"Had enough respite?"

Krem smiled as Adaline slid into his lap. He pushed her hair off her shoulder and onto the other, exposing her skin to him so he could kiss her neck and shoulder and arm. His fingers skated down her spine, down and down to the curve of her ass where she sat on his leg. Slowly, he reached to the knot she'd tied in the scarf and loosened it, so he could touch skin instead.

Adaline tips her head back, giving him all of the room that he could want to move. The fabric around her hips slips lower and she bites her lip at the warm, broad touch of Krem's hand.

He continued to kiss at her neck and shoulder, slow and gently, fingers squeezing at her ass. He rubbed his fingers in soft circles over her skin, kneading in gently, running his fingers underneath her to rub at her cunt for a moment and then back, teasingly, between the cleft of her ass, before he went back to simply fondling her. It was all a tease of a touch, deliberately light and tempting.

It's a slow touch, designed to be teasing; Adaline has been around long enough to recognise it, to enjoy the slow burn that starts in her belly, between her thighs at the way that he's touching her. She takes hold of his chin, gently, guiding his face up so that she can graze a kiss against his lips.

Krem was more than happy to kiss Adaline. She was sweet, a little tart, from the cake, and just a bit acidic from the wine. It was a lovely combination on her tongue, and he was more than happy to chase the taste of it into her mouth with his own. His fingers kept gently rubbing and kneading at her ass, slow for now, but with growing intensity.

Finally, he couldn't take it. He pulled away from the kiss briefly--long enough only to move his wine glass and plate--and then moved her bodily so that she was pressed belly down on the table, her backside to him. He leaned in and gave one cheek a quick bite.

"Oh!"

It's a little unexpected, a little undignified, but Adaline can't deny the flood of warm and wet between her thighs when he moves her like that. She seems to be completely incapable to maintain any self control when he proves how strong he is. The scarf is still loose around her waist, highlighting her nakedness, not hiding it now. She yelps when he bites her ass.

"I see how it is," she says, flushed and smiling, as she glances back over her shoulder at him.

"I can't be a gentleman all the time," he said with a softness that allowed Adaline a moment to back out if she wanted. He was already slowly shifting the scarf, drawing it up to her natural waist and tying it, such that the knot was loose and right on her spine. Then, he gently took one of her hands and tied the scarf to her wrist. It was all the restraint he put on her.

He leaned in and kissed the back of her thighs, one and then the other. They were luscious and soft and a perfect frame for her cunt. He brushed his nose against her, slow and teasing, and then nipped at her other ass cheek.

It's the illusion of bondage; Adaline could pull away if she wants to, slips the knots, but she doesn't want. She's perfectly happy to hand all of the control here to Krem, to be bent over his kitchen table and taken apart thoroughly, in all the ways he decides. The kisses are gentle, a perfect contrast to the bite. She flexes her fingers and draws in a breath, enjoying the press her of her breasts against the wood of the table.

It was everything, in that moment, to softly adore her. To kiss and nip at her skin, to touch her everywhere that he could. He cycled back, continuously, like an orbit, toward her cunt and the tender promise he'd made of playing with her ass. The table wasn't the place fot it. But she looked delectable here, as good as the cake and wine, and he couldn't help himself to lick her obscenely from clit to tailbone.

The press of his tongue just makes her squirm, makes her spread her thighs wider and lift her hips to urge him on, her ass in the air, her fingers scraping against her own skin. She bites her lip.

"That feels so good."

Krem hummed and pressed his hands against her ass, thumbs spreading her cheeks and the lips of her cunt wide so that she was totally exposed. He took a moment to admire her--pale skin and slick, pink folds, everything expertly groomed--before he licked her again, his tongue even heavier and harder than the first.

He groaned, pressing his tongue against her hole. It was a tease more than anything else. The way that she squirmed against the table was alluring, and her skin tasted spectacular. He wanted nothing more than to take her apart again.

She must, she reflects, look obscene from where he's sitting, thighs splayed, ass and cunt spread by his fingers, easier access for his tongue. The sound that he makes is filthy, sending a deep shudder of pleasure through her entire body. Her free hand presses down against the wood of the table as he teases her ass with the tip of his tongue.

It's been a long time since Adaline did anything like that. She finds herself wondering why she left it so long.

He continued the filthy, broad strokes of his tongue, the pointed press against her ass, the rub of his thumbs down to her cunt, to her clit, for a few minutes. It was all a tease, really, but it was burning up the heat inside him again, building it all back up once more.

He pulled away after a particularly wet swipe of the tongue, and gently pulled her back onto his lap. While she was sat there, he brought his hands up and grasped both breasts, squeezing, working his fingers to her nipples to twist and tug.

"Maybe we should go back to bed."

Adaline leans back against him as much as she can with one hand still bound behind her back. She arches her back, rubbing her ass back against him, pressing her breasts into his hands as he plays with her nipples.

"If you think," she says, smiling, breathless. "I feel like I'm at your mercy, right now."

He slipped the knot of the scarf, releasing her from her makeshift bondage and dropping the scarf on the other chair for now. Still, he stayed there with her on his lap, sliding his other hand between her thighs to rub her clit teasingly.

After a few moments of that, he tapped her thigh. "Alright. Bedroom, shall we? Up you get."

"I was quite enjoying that," says Adaline, pouting a little when he releases the scarf and then getting up out of his lap, aware of her wet her cunt is, how that's showing on her thighs.

"Which part?" Krem asked with a deep chuckle. "Being tied up? Being bent over the table? My tongue? Or just me teasing you? I can do any number of those, with the bed instead of the table, if you'd like again."

He shuffled them toward the bedroom again, touching her all over, a soft sort of reverence for her curvaceous body.

"All of the above?" asks Adaline, laughing, enjoying the slide of his hands over her body as she moves back towards the bedroom. "Anything. Everything. I'm having a lovely time."

"I'm glad," Krem said, kissing at her spine gently, reaching around her to fondle and squeeze her breasts again. When they reached the bed, he turned her around and pushed her gently down onto it, climbing on shortly after her to kiss her deeply and hungrily.

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