(What a sweaty hunk of man flesh he is, GODDAMN!)

“Okay. I think that’s everything.”

Delphine pursed her lips and consciously made the decision to blow out all the bad vibes that were accumulating inside her body. What’s that saying, breathe in calm, breathe out stress? Something like that. She did it a few more times for good measure and then looked around her kitchen before glancing through the door towards the dining room table. She smiled at her handy work.

Baked goods were everywhere, but everything was neat and orderly. If there was one thing Delphine took seriously it was baking, but holiday baking was a whole other beast altogether. This time of year especially there were people counting on her, waiting for their usual delivery of sweets and treats that they knew were crafted with love and care and imbibed with the spirit of Christmas.

She grabbed her wrinkled list from the counter and searched for her pen. Finding it shoved into her bun, she began checking things off.

“Six dozen gingerbread men for the Kyle’s school bake sale, check. Fifty-one tins of ten, yes ten…because apparently I’m a sadist, varieties of cookies for various family, friends, and coworkers, check. Six fruit cakes for the six weirdos in my life who actually enjoy those disgusting things, check. A dozen chocolate chip cookies for the nephews who won’t eat anything else, check. A batch of Polvorones made special for mama, check. And finally, one eggnog cake with cinnamon eggnog frosting, just for me, check.”

Delphine slapped the list down on the counter with a satisfying thud. She had started the day at 6 a.m. and it was now nearly eight at night, but she had done it. She had officially completed all her baking and once her cake was frosted, she would finally sit and enjoy some of the fruits of her labor.

She grabbed her spatula and just as she was applying the first slathering of frosting to the cake, she heard the door open.

“Babe?”

“I’m in the kitchen, where I've been all day.”

“I can see that. Christ, was this really necessary?”

Delphine paused her work long enough to direct her face towards her boyfriend Bryan and roll her eyes at him. “Yes, it was. I told you weeks ago that this was coming. Now stop looking so appalled cause I need your help.”

The grown man whined like a baby. ”Ugh, come on, you know I’m not good at this stuff.”

“I don’t need you to do this stuff, I do need you to start boxing up the cookie tins. There’s a list on the dining room table and the boxes are on the floor. They’re already labelled, you just need to…what are you doing?”

Bryan had come up behind her, pinning her hips to the counter with his own and pressing his hands to the counter on either side of her body. Delphine could already feel his half hard cock against her ass and this was just not going to do at all.

“I’m helping.”

He bent to kiss her neck and Delphine thought about smacking him with the spatula, but she didn’t want to waste the frosting.

“No, no, no, no, no. Not now. I just need to finish this so I can eat it and then go to bed.”

Bryan’s body was impossible to move unless he wanted it to, so in spite of her best efforts to shrug him off, he still had her penned in. And his mouth showed no signs of slowing down. Damn, he was always so good at that, too. He found the soft place where neck meets shoulder and after pulling her shirt to the side he bit down.

Delphine swallowed a moan and tried once more to get him to focus. “Please stop. I promise I will do whatever you want when all this is done.”

He chuckled against her skin, but didn’t stop. “Anything?”

“Yes. Please?”

Bryan’s sigh was hot against her neck. “Fine. Can I at least have a -”

He reached for a gingerbread man that was cooling on the counter and this time she did slap his hand with her own. “Don't. Even. Think. About it.”

“Oh, come on, babe. I can’t have one cookie?”

“No.”

“And you won’t let me have anything else I want?”

She laughed softly at his implication and shook her head. “No. You have to learn how to control yourself.”

Rather than comply with her wishes, he pressed against her a little harder, now stroking his hands along the outside of her thighs and hips. “But you know I can’t resist all those soft…sweet…mouth-watering -”

“Oh!” Delphine gasped when he grabbed her ass with both hands. “Bryan…please. Five minutes.”

He groaned in frustration and then relented. “Only if you let me have one little taste.”

Assuming he meant something sexual, Delphine prepared to deny him yet again. Instead, he reached around her and dipped two fingers in the bowl of frosting on the counter.

“Fine. You can have one taste.”

But Bryan wasn’t interested in the frosting; there was only one sweet he had a taste for. One had been dreaming about all damn day and one he wasn’t going to stop trying to get at as soon as possible. As such, he brought his fingers to her lips instead of his.

Delphine smiled and then slowly opened her mouth. She knew how ridiculously delicious that frosting was and if he didn’t want it, she damn sure did. As soon as the sugar hit her tongue, she moaned. And when Bryan went back to licking along her long neck, she moaned again.

Closing her mouth around his fingers, she licked between them. The action was only intended to get every bit of sweetness off his skin and onto her taste buds, but it had the sensual effect of also hardening Bryan’s cock even more.

Still kissing all the soft skin his mouth could find, Bryan scooped more frosting onto his fingers and brought them to her mouth again. Delphine didn’t bother refusing, but simply took them between her lips, licking and sucking with a fervor that now matched his ministrations on her neck.

Her pussy clenched every time his teeth closed around a piece of skin and his fingers in her mouth made wetness seep from her delicate lower lips. All thoughts and concerns about her bakery vanished and there was only one thing she cared about: getting more frosting into her mouth and feeling more of his body in anyway he wanted to give it to her.

The harder she worked his fingers, the more he started to move against her. His thrusts brought his cock between the cheeks of her ass and the hand he wasn’t using to feed her squeezed her hip to keep her grounded, to force her to feel every move he made against her body.

He had been too distracted by kissing her to notice that his fingers in her mouth were licked clean. But did notice the whimper she made and the needy way she said simply, “More.”

His groan was rough and his body took action on its own, pushing a knee between her thighs just as he pushed his newly coated-with-frosting fingers into her mouth again. Delphine moaned around his fingers and playfully nibbled on them. She found herself mindlessly grinding her cunt against his muscular thigh that was pressed against it, which also meant her ass rubbed incessantly against his cock.

This became too much for Bryan who was in agony. “Babe…can we -”

Panting and now more than happy to abandon her baking, Delphine told him, “Yes. Right here.”

“Goddamn, I love you.”

Delphine giggled at his outburst as he used both hand to shove down her sweatpants and panties and then his own. Fabric was still gathered around both their ankles when he thrust forward and deep inside her.

Their moans were mingled and then extended as he tugged her hips back and started stroking his cock between her folds. Delphine braced her hands on the counter and pumped her hips back to meet him every time. She shook her feet free of her pants and spread her legs even wider. His fingers were sticky on her skin and the feeling made her wild. Suddenly she wanted to cover her entire body in that frosting and make him lick it off, inch by inch.

Or maybe it would be better the other way around. She could paint his abs white with the sugary substance and then taste the delicious combination of eggnog frosting and his skin. Even better, she could lick it off his cock and then share the flavor across his tongue.

She was pulled from her daydream when Bryan shifted angles, now making short, pointed thrusts against the deepest part of her.

“Oh, God. God, you feel good.”

“Fuck. And I’ll take this over frosting, but I am a little hurt you didn’t offer me any.”

Delphine pushed off and then freed herself from his cock before turning around. Bryan smiled when he saw her jump on the counter and spread her thighs again. He stepped between them, kissing her still sugary lips and pushing his cock back where it belonged.

He found his stroke again and Delphine broke off their kiss, grabbing the bowl of frosting and her spatula. Bryan dutifully opened his mouth and licked the utensil clean. When Delphine went to scoop up a bit more, he pushed the thing from her hand and then guided her fingers into the bowl instead.

“Mmm, much better.” He hummed around her fingers and then sucked them clean. He did it again when he felt her clenching around him.

He abandoned her hand and pulled her closer for a kiss, thrusting into her with quickness, determined to get her off right now.

“You gonna come for me, babe?”

Delphine whined and then gasped when he hit a good spot. “Yes! Right there.”

Somehow he managed to keep up his thrusting and find the frosting bowl with his hand. He then somehow managed to get most of it into her mouth, but there was a smear of it across her cheek. He licked that bit off and then met her lips in a fierce kiss that drove them both over the edge.

Delphine came so hard she nearly bit down on his tongue, but held back. She felt him release as she was slowly enjoying the last few tastes of sweetness against his lips. Bryan pulled away from her grinning.

“Thanks for letting me have a taste.”

Delphine sighed, but thought that this was worth having to make another batch of frosting for. “Anytime.”

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