Private Recipe

"What are you making?" he asked, walking into the kitchen.

She was bent over a mixer, a small glass jar in one hand and a metal spoon in another. She turned and smiled.

"Cookies."

He stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Mmm. What kind of cookies?"

He began nuzzling her neck. She squirmed.

"Oatmeal. Now look out or I'll put too much cinnamon in."

He grinned. "How much is too much? I notice you don't have the recipe book."

She looked over her shoulder at him and stuck out her tongue. "I know it by heart. It's a private recipe."

"Oh," he said. "Can I help?" He settled his hands upon her hips. "Maybe I could baste or something."

"Ha," she said. "You don't baste cookies."

"Really?" he said. His hands moved up her body. Soon they were cupping her breasts. She leaned back into him.

"What about kneading?" he said. His hands were tender but firm.

"Mm," she said, "Yes, cookies need kneading."

He ran his palms lightly over her nipples, which hardened quickly into small stiff nubs, pushing out against the thin cotton of her shirt.

"Are there going to be raisins and nuts?" he said. His fingertips tweaked the nipples through her shirt. "When do those go in?"

"They're already in," she said. "Now be good. Let me mix."

"You mix and I'll knead," he answered.

He put his right hand on her breast and moved his other hand down her body to the top of her thigh. His hand paused and slid over, pressing lightly against the zipper of her pants. He moved it lower and then brought it up so that it was firm against her crotch. She moaned and pushed herself against his hand. "Uh uh," he said, smiling, and lifted his hand so that he was barely touching her. He rubbed his right hand against her breast and moved under to lift it up, still rubbing his palm lightly against her nipple. He stroked her with two fingers, up and down, over the tight jean material. She tried to push against his fingers while at the same time dropping spoonfuls of cookie dough onto the lightly greased tray.

"Sticky," she said.

"Yes, they're sticky," he said, stroking and rubbing. "So are you. Smooth but sticky."

"Sticky," she repeated.

She could feel the bulge in his pants pushing against her back. She stuck her ass out and he stooped slightly, then moved toward her, pressing her against the counter. Now his hardness was pushing at the seam in her jeans, pushing it up slightly and against her skin. With one hand he unbuttoned her pants and pulled down the zipper. He slid his hand inside the jeans and cupped her crotch again, this time with only her panties preventing their skin from touching.

"I like my cookies soft and savory inside."

"Inside," she said. A small moan.

"Mmm," he answered, firming himself against her.

"Wait," she said. "I just need to..."

He cupped her mound and gently traced a finger down her slit. She moved to the oven and bent down. The door opened. Heat welled up. She managed to slide the tray onto the rack.

"Listen," she said, quickly twisting the timer, "When it bings ... when it bings we have to ... we have to." She ground her ass into his hardness

"Yes, we have to," he said, and he slid her underwear down to her knees, tugging first on one side then the other, revealing smooth tan flesh. With one hand he unbuttoned his pants and lowered his boxers. His cock sprung out, hard and smooth.

She moaned impatiently, moved away from the oven and pressed her hands flat on the counter. He pushed the tip of his cock against her, rubbed in slow circles until the head was wet with their juices. With his feet he nudged hers apart so that she was spread slightly and then pushed his hard penis inside.

He pushed into her and she pushed back. One of his hands rested on her hip while the other reached in front of her to cup a small soft breast, then lowered to rub her clit. "Ahh," she said. Her hips moved back at him as he thrust.

"I'm going to baste you now," he said. "I'm going to baste you and baste you until you're done."

"Yes," she said. "Ahh, yes, baste me!"

He basted her. He basted her and basted her. When the bing sounded they were no where near done, but there was enough left for many more juicy batches.