Matt laughed at the rushed yelling. “No, no curdling allowed,” he laughed and came around the counter into the kitchen towards her. “Everything okay?” he said with a laugh at her expression. Sarah was busy folding in the warm caramel into the dough, while the metal bowl rested in a larger metal bowl full of ice. “Man, that looks like some serious stuff,” he said impressed. She had flour on her face again and looked flushed. She was lovely, he thought his heart would burst with joy at seeing her.
Sarah glanced up from the heavy bowl and continued folding the two batters together. “Everything is fine, just trying something new,” she said happily, as she finished with the large spatula in the bowl. “…and it did not curdle,” she announced proudly. She hated recipes where you had to mix the warm with the cold! It usually took a while to get it just right and hardly ever turned out the first time around. This time, it had worked beautifully!
Matt moved to kiss her quickly, as to not get in the way of her progress. “Thank goodness,” he joked. “What are you making,” he asked curious. Something smelled absolutely divine. There was such a rich, sweet scent in the air mixed with a flowery smell. “Is that caramel that I smell?” he asked, piqued.
Sarah grinned. “Oh, just a cake,” she said airily and waved it off. She was pleased, he apparently liked caramel. She started to pour the batter into three large round pans and a large cupcake pan that had already been set with colorful paper liners. She used the spatula to get every drop of batter out of the large bowl and stuck out the spoon for Matt. “Wanna lick?” she said suggestively.
Matt laughed and grabbed the spoon. His hand covered hers as he licked the batter off the spoon suggestively. “Oh, very much so, but I figured I had to wait so there was no curdling,” he said with a smile. He sat down in the small wooden chair as she placed everything into the large oven on the far wall of the kitchen. He wanted to let her finish and quite enjoyed the taste of batter on the spoon.
Sarah caught her breath as she watched him heatedly, thinking of how his tongue felt. “I am sorry, but I cannot head out yet. I am not certain just yet how long I need to cook each pan since I changed the recipe and baking sizes,” she explained, “the cupcakes will be done first when they start to pull away from the paper, but I do not really want them to crack on top... and the cakes? I used a larger pan that is thinner so I can make it a larger cake, but taller and get more cuts out of it for the case,” she commented. “I can’t leave for about twenty or forty minutes. Are you hungry?”
Matt was content just being there with her and watching her. “No, I am not too awfully hungry or I could go pick up something for us, if you want to picnic for dinner here?” he offered. “I hate to keep eating your profits and I am going to get fat at this rate eating all your foods,” he said with a wink.
Sarah sighed, relieved. He was really so very good to her and understanding. They called in an order to the Chinese food restaurant down the street and he offered to walk over to pick it up while she waited patiently and checked the cakes and ramekins in the fridge.
Matt arrived back at the bakery, opened the door and locked it behind him, shutting off the open light since it was getting to be late. He got out the boxes from the bag and proceeded to fix them each a plate. He handed her a plate as she checked the oven one more time.
Sarah pulled out the cupcakes and smiled. “These are finished” she said happily. “There are just the cakes left,” and moved to put the cupcakes into the massive fridge to cool. She checked the ramekins one more time. They were setting nicely and would be ready for decor in the morning. She poured each of them a glass of water and asked how his day was.
Matt shrugged. “Boring …and kept worrying at how you were doing” he said as he took a bite of the chow mein. He watched her move throughout the kitchen, washing off items here and there. She wiped down the counters and he stopped her, handing her the plate of food.
Sarah nodded and leaned against the counter near him. “I understand, I kept checking the door hoping to see you. I thought about ordering more supplies for the shop,” she said teasingly. Sarah wiped down the large table with a soapy rag so they had a place to put their plates and have dinner together.
Matt was curious at how her day went, and asked, “How was Tyler this afternoon?” He hoped he had not caused her any trouble from him by being a bit possessive after the display from Tyler. There was just something that did not sit right with him and he could not put his finger on it.
Sarah took a bite of chow mien and responded. “Very quiet. He did not say much to me all day. Right after you left, he asked why I had never gone out with him and I was kinda harsh, I guess. I told him I did not date employees and my personal life was none of his business. Which is true,” she said frustrated.
“He seemed to mope about all day long and finally left about three PM. Don't get me wrong, I like the help in the shop but he just sets me on edge sometimes. I could not ask for better help since he has experience and does not mind my hours here, but it is a bit much too.
“He was in such a snit that I asked him to put the sign on the counter and lock the till and he did not. I had to go do it myself...and I ended up counting the register because the doubt is there since I have not heard back yet from the police. I guess I am just on edge,” she finished and proceeded to stab at her own chow mien with her fork.
Matt responded with “I am sorry,” however, he was not though. He was actually really glad she had told Tyler that it was none of his business and to back off. He just wished she was not on edge quite so much or that he could help her somehow.
Sarah finished her dinner quietly and checked the cakes. She turned off the ovens. She moved to take them out of the oven and slid them on the cooling racks on the counter. All three cakes cooked perfectly, not a one had peaked or cracked in the center. They would all frost beautifully, if cooled slowly.
She loved having a recipe turn out good like that. She spun around, put her hands on the counter and preened. “Perfect. I will have them frosted and decorated in the morning,” she announced happily. “Want to try something for me, though? Want to be my guinea pig?” she asked, daring him.
Matt smiled at her dare. “How could I say no to that pretty face? You have challenged me and I never turn down a challenge, especially when sweets are involved,” he said mischievously “Should I be blindfold for this?”
Sarah laughed. “Nahhhhh” she said and he pouted. She grabbed a ramekin out of the fridge, a spoon out of the drawer, and hopped up on the work table in the center of the kitchen. “C’mon over,” she said suggestively. “Try this and tell me what you think.”
Matt got up from the chair, sauntered over and placed a hand on either side of her legs on the table. He then pulled her legs apart, pulled her hips to the edge of the table against him, stood between her legs and opened his mouth dutifully.
Sarah’s breath hitched at him grabbing her legs and pulling them apart to stand between them. He was certainly suggestive and she enjoyed the reminder of how he felt against her. She took a small sampling of the panne cotta on to the small spoon and gave him a taste. Matt very quietly took a bite, and was honestly quite surprised.
He smelled the roses as soon as she put the spoon close to his mouth and expected it to be quite overwhelming, especially since the mixture was pinkish. However, what he got was surprisingly sweet, creamy with a slight honey and rose taste. It was a very mild but floral dessert that left a clean taste in his mouth. He had expected to taste nothing but the flowers as it had gotten close to him, and was afraid it would be something he would not like. Flowers smell good, they do not normally taste good... or so he always thought. “It is pretty good. I expected a stronger flower taste but it is not too much. It's really sweet and light. I like it,” he said, the surprise was evident in his voice.
That was not quite what Sarah had expected however the rose flavors were kinda tough to overcome for some people. It was either a love it or hate it thing. The pink was delicate
and she planned on putting a flower on each ramekin... targeting women who came in the bakery. It was not really designed to target her male customers, that is what the caramel was for and she would try that out on him tomorrow night once she whipped up the salted buttercream frosting.
Matt took the tiny bowl and spoon from her. He scooped up a dollop and fed it to her. Sarah liked the rosewater taste, it had such a clean but perfumed taste to her. It tickled her nose. She closed her eyes and savored the mix of tastes. The rose scent, the cream, the honey, the delicate taste of mascarpone cheese that lingered. It was not bad, definitely going to appeal to the ladies that visited the shop. Maybe she would pipe pretty roses on top of each one? “Another bite?” he said, scooping up another spoonful.
Sarah realized how quiet it was suddenly and how very alone they were. She shook her head and reached up to unbutton his shirt. She quickly unbuttoned a few and he caught the hint.
He captured her lips and tasted the flowers again. The roses mixed with her essence were breathtaking. He pulled off her shirt quickly and inhaled. He had not seen the bra she had put on this morning. He could clearly see her nipples through the sheer article. Matt continued to kiss her as he unbuttoned her pants and gently tugged at them to get them off of her.
Sarah lifted up to help him get her pants off and eagerly undid his belt, button and zipper. She watched as Matt slipped one strap from her shoulder, freed her breast. He took a finger, dipped it in the dessert and smeared the cold, creamy dessert on her nipple. Sarah gasped at the chill and the look of desire on his face as he leaned over to lick it off. To Sarah, Matt’s tongue was hot and her nipple was so hard and so sensitive as he tasted the tip.
Matt surveyed her breasts and the dessert on the nipple. “Now that is how it should be packaged,” he said to her with a smile. “It is almost as delicious as you are.” He smeared a bit on the opposite nipple and watched it tighten and pucker from the cold. He loved how each peak felt against his tongue, how he could rub each and suckle on them. Her breasts made his knees weak.
Sarah laughed. “Nope, can’t sell it like that,” she said. Though watching him, she could see he was definitely interested in tasting the concoction perched on her breast. She could feel goose bumps arise as she thought of his hot mouth on her cooling nipple. “Matt, are you going to taste me?” she whispered heatedly.
Matt smiled wickedly and stared at the feast before him. “That is a shame you can’t package it like that. Baby, with those breasts you would be a millionaire. I can’t wait to taste these,” he said. He cupped each globe and smeared cream across each nipple with this thumb, flicking the tip as he heard her gasp.
Sarah hooked her legs around him and shook with desire. “Matt, I do not think I can take much more. I want to feel you again inside of me,” she said breathlessly, imagining the fullness she felt, having him the other day.
Matt groaned. “Baby, I cannot. I did not expect this and just realized I do not have a condom with me,” he said frustrated. “Let’s go home and I will make love to you all night.” He wanted to touch her so badly he ached. He could think of nothing more than feasting off of her on the table and making love to her there in the kitchen. He almost got the apron out, but he could not bear to cover an inch of her skin just yet.
It was now Sarah’s turn to be frustrated. She wanted him and wanted him badly. She needed to feel him inside of her. She loved the way…wait-she loved him? Did she love him? She certainly enjoyed being with him and spending time with him. The past several days had been paradise and she had never felt more complete. She could not imagine being without him or not knowing him, not seeing his smile, not listening to him talk... yes, she loved him. “Touch me, let us not be done yet,” she whispered and kissed him.
Matt wanted nothing more. He could touch her and please her for hours. He had been waiting all day for work to be over so he could spend the evening with her. He thought of her sweet moans and the way she moved underneath him last night. Matt kissed her breasts and ran his hands over her back softly. He grabbed the panne cotta again, swept his finger in the dish and slid his it into her panties.
Sarah gasped at the cold, but part of that gasp was knowing how exactly he planned on getting the creamy dessert off of her nether region. She lay back on the table with a devious, suggestive smile. She watched as Matt grabbed the nearby chair where he had sat to eat dinner...he would use the chair again to feast on his favorite dessert!
She saw him pull her delicate panties aside and lapped at the cream on her lips. Sarah flung her head back and moaned loudly. It was so sexy to see his head duck down and taste her. His tongue was so hot and she could feel his rough beard on her thighs and most sensitive spots.
Matt lapped at her for quite some time and could feel her shaking. “Baby, I am gonna make you come all over me and lick you some more,” he whispered heatedly. He focused his tongue on her pearl, quickly flicking it and slowly sunk a finger into her wetness. Feeling her soft folds with his finger and mouth was almost too much. He never wanted to stop tasting her.
Sarah could not function. She was barely hanging on and could feel how close she was to losing herself. Sarah felt herself explode and he kept attacking her sensitive clit, dragging another cry from her as she came again.
Matt looked up and stroked her precisely. “That is my beautiful woman, keep going, baby. Come again for me?” and began licking again, thrusting his finger in and out slowly. She was moaning and thrashing her head back and forth on the table in desire. He felt her legs shaking in desire.
Sarah sat up on the table and pulled her body back from Matt’s surprised face. She leaned down and kissed his wet lips. She tasted herself on him, and began to slide her hand down his shaft. Matt moaned and deepened the kiss. She felt him grab her hips as if to hold himself still.
Sarah kissed him deeply. She said heatedly, “No, I want you inside me,” she said spreading her legs for him even wider. Her insides felt so hot and were throbbing, she needed relief so badly and wanted to lose herself with him.
Matt’s hands were shaking and he wanted desperately to give in to her begging. “Sarah, what if I get you get pregnant?” he asked, concerned. He did not want to be the reason she left, nor did he want a baby to be the reason she stayed. He wanted her. He always wanted to be a father, but he never felt he was a ‘heat of the moment’ kind of guy.
Sarah looked at him heatedly and whispered, “Matt, I want you now. I don't want to pressure you. I want you to want me… as much as I want you.” She saw him start to protest, but she cut him off. “And I want you to know that I am a grown woman. I am aware of how babies get made. I know that we can play and be careful, but I also know for a fact that I am on the pill, so how about you get to loving me?” she said hotly, stroking his throbbing member.
Matt grabbed her frantically, flipped her over on the table face down and plunged his engorged, aching shaft into her warm sheath. He spread her wide and watched himself slide home inside her heat. Her moans and gasps encouraged every desperate thrust.
Matt pumped in her rapidly, whispering to her with each wild thrust. “I. Do. Love. You. Darling.” He couldn't help himself. He loved her with everything he had in him. He dug his fingers in her hips to hold her still against the table and slammed himself deep into her.
When that wasn't enough, he reached a hand around her body and rubbed her clit. He slowed his thrusting to a leisurely pace. He savored every sensation her body caused in his. He planned on making her scream with pleasure, and from the sounds of her moans? She was not far from his goal.
Sarah was certain it was only Matt that held her up, her legs were so wobbly. The cool table felt so good against her heated body. She could feel every inch of him sliding in and out of her. The rampant thrusting that was rampaging her body had brought her to another level of pleasure.
When she noticed he had slowed down and begun stroking her, she felt a wild blossoming in her body. She could feel her muscles clench around his thick cock
and wanted nothing more than to feel herself come with his body deep inside of her. Every time she felt him move, he teased such a spot deep inside of her that made her ache so badly. She wanted to feel him come and feel him fill her. It was so basic a sensation, so guttural. She heard Matt groan behind her and felt him lose himself in her.
Matt could not believe the sensation that shook his body and how strong the explosion was. He felt so good inside of her. He was still moved slightly and felt himself get hard again. “Sarah, please don't move yet,” he whispered, “I want to love you more,” he begged. He stroked her back side, cupped her derriere and marveled at the lovely shape.
Sarah sighed in pleasure. She moaned as she felt the pressure build again inside of her body. She adored the way he touched her, and how he made her feel. She felt so desired and powerful knowing she could make him quiver with lust.
Matt shook as another spasm of pleasure shot from him into her lovely body. He groaned, lifted her, turned her around to him. He held her tightly against his body, his face buried in her lovely neck. He breathed her scent as he tried to catch his breath, his legs still shook. He stepped back and sat in the chair, pulled her into his lap contentedly. He held her for quite some time.
Sarah said nothing and just enjoyed the moment as he held her tightly. She loved it when he lost control with her and was an aggressive lover. She loved that he couldn't help himself and couldn't stop touching her. It was precious that he was so tender with her most times, but when the instinctive male part of him took over, she cherished how he dominated her hotly...but most of all, she adored that he said he loved her.
19
They dressed and headed back to his place. On the way to the apartment, Matt drove past Sarah’s condo, pulled up beside the car and let her out near the driver’s door. Sarah got out of Matt’s car, hopped in hers and followed him back to the apartment. As she pulled in to the parking lot next to Matt’s car, he looked over and saw she was on her cell phone. Matt stepped out of the car, moved towards her door and opened it for her as she turned off the car. Sara thanked the person on the phone for the call and frowned. “Everything okay?” he asked curious but didn't want to pry.
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