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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"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.

"I was supposed to..." Adaline lifts her head to watch him kissing down her body, face flushed, eyebrows raised. "You haven't..."

"Hm?"

He looked up at her from against her stomach, fingers still teasing against her ass. The fact that he hadn't come yet didn't matter so much to him at the moment, not when he was sure he could get her off again, when her body was soft and warm and right there.

"I want to," she says, making very deliberate eye-contact with him, pushing up on her elbows to look up at him. "I can wait. And I want to spend some time on you." She tilts her head, her hair tumbling over one breast. "Please."

"Oh," Krem breathed. He wasn't surprised, specifically, but he was always a little fascinated, he supposed, when someone he was with wanted to reciprocate on him. He supposed he shouldn't be anymore.

He looked up at her gently a moment longer, than slid back up her body to kiss her neck, her jaw, her sweet, soft lips.

Adaline's hand skims down over his bicep, his chest, his belly. She leans her weight against him, pushing him onto his back, gentle but insistent.

"I've never done this exact thing before," she admits, starting to kiss down his body. "I expect to be shown the way."

Krem shivered a little, smiling as Adaline pushed him back. He went quite willingly, sprawling out on the bed and spreading his thighs to accommodate her moving slowly down his body.

He touched her hair, a guiding hand with no real weight or control behind it just yet. There might be later, but for now, he just wanted to touch her soft hair.

"I'll make sure to tell you how it is."

He looks beautiful, lying there like that and Adaline bites her lip, riding out a wave of feeling that pushes straight through her. She bends her head, blonde hair slipping forward and presses her mouth against the muscle of his belly, tighter than her own. She brushes her lips lower, teasing him for a moment.

Krem pushed Adaline's hair back gently, wanting to be able to see how she looked as she lowered her head. Raising up on his elbows didn't provide the best angle, actually; in fact, his neck felt a little strained. But he enjoyed being able to watch her. That was half of the arousal at the moment, was seeing her.

Adaline settles between his thighs, her chin resting on his hip as she brings her hand up, brushing her fingers lightly over his cunt at first, teasing. This part, at least, she has some familiarity with. She eases one finger into him, eyes on his face because she wants to see his reaction; she finds herself wanting to catalog every one.

Krem let himself tilt back now, even though he could see how Adaline was watching him. He couldn't hold himself up, even under so gentle an onslaught. He sprawled back on the bed, thighs splaying out, and sighed out softly as she sank a finger into him.

"It's alright, to go a little faster than all that," he said softly, combing his fingers through her hair. "You don't need to start with one."

"Maybe I'm enjoying taking my time?" she says, but she also takes the hint and slides another finger into him alongside the first one, rolling her wrist to fuck him smoothly as she presses kisses against his belly.

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