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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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.

She loves the feeling of his hands on her but, every time he touches her, it just makes her crave more. She presses up into the kiss, fingers of one hand sliding into the short shaved hair at the nape of his neck.

He kissed her back, slow and deep and happy to oblige that as he was happy to oblige every touch and kiss and desire she had. It was easy to curl up on the bed with her, to press her back and drape over and against her.

Like this, they fit together neatly. The heat ratcheted up between their bodies slowly, and Krem found, as before, he couldn't keep his hands off her for long.

She'd be content with just this, the thorough kiss and the rolling heat under her skin, between her thighs. She makes a soft sound into the kiss, pulls him closer still.

He pressed in close against her, content with the kissing and touching for a moment, with running his fingers and the edges of his nails against her skin. But, ultimately, his body was burning, aching for her. And she was naked, and he still had that one last barrier to his skin.

He took his hands off her for a moment to slip his briefs off, tossing them aside, then brought a hand back to cup her ass, squeezing happily.

She hasn't, she thinks, lain naked with someone and just kissed like this since she was first married, all of those years ago. She hadn't forgotten what they'd been building up to when she was draped across the kitchen table but, for now, this is enough.

Contentment slipped comfortably under Krem's skin, and Adaline was not pressing for anything, and so he didn't press for anything either. He was more than happy to have it just be this, to have everything fade to a warm background. Maybe nothing else would come of it. Maybe, at the end, she would be content with how the evening had gone and simply call it a night. It was her prerogative.

Eventually, though, the heat under her skin, between her thighs, is too much. She whimpers, pushing against him harder, her breasts against his chest.

"Are you going to make me beg?" she asks, smiling, eyebrows slightly raised.

"Quite possibly," Krem said, soft and charmed and smiling. He kissed her and held her close, trailing his fingers along the cleft of her ass, digging his thumb into the tenderness of her body there. He bent his head down to her breast, kissing and licking gently to her pert nipple, where he sucked and bit at her intently.

Adaline groans softly at the edge of his teeth against the sensitive flesh of her nipple. She arches, her hand grazing up over her ribs to cover the breast that his head isn't bent to, squeezing, pinching her nipple.

"Please," she says, softly, plaintively.

He kept kissing her skin tenderly, teasing his fingers against her ass more intently now. There was a part of him that wanted to be selfish but, oh, so much more of him wanted to keep spoiling her, wanted to keep sweetly torturing her with pleasure. Everything about that was glorious, and he adored it. He kissed slowly down her body.

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