Milk and Cookies

Literotic asexstories – Milk and Cookies by Thomas_Wick,Thomas_Wick This story represents both my first foray into writing spicy stories and also first ever publication to Literotica. Hopefully one of many.

As this story is also Christmas themed, I am submitting it to the Winter Holidays Story Contest 2023. If you like what you read, or else want to support an author just getting their start, please vote. Your help would be greatly appreciated!

If you have constructive feedback on how this story could be better, or how I could improve as writer, please feel free to comment or else send me a direct message.

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Summary

On Christmas morning, Matt awakens to find is scantily-clad step-daughter in the kitchen preparing a delightful treat for his consumption.

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Christmas morning brought with it the warm aroma of yeast to awaken Matt from sleep. He pushed back the covers and sat up slowly, squinting against the sunlight. As his bare feet touched the floor, he ran rough hands over an angular face, fingertips lightly brushed the two-days of stubble shading his chin and steep cheekbones. He sat listening to the familiar creaks and groans of the house, the restless switching of the wind across the rooftop, and allowed himself a shiver as the cold settled onto him. A chill reminder that the heating system was long overdue for maintenance.

Matt inhaled deeply and discovered that the smell of yeast had not faded in the slightest. It was not the remnants of his dream, he decided. If anything, the smell was even stronger now. It was as though someone was baking bread in his kitchen. In a house where Matt was the sole occupant.

A lengthy divorce process had left Matt with very little in the way of company. After accusing him of cheating, his ex-wife had packed up the majority of her things six months prior and vacated the premises. Neither was Matt such an avid socialite to have friends calling unannounced. Certainly none of his bar pals or faculty coworkers merited a key. He was certain he had changed the locks after Linda left.

So, who would be in his house at this early hour?

He reached over to check his cell. The smart phone lit up at his touch, informing in a stark digital readout that it was eight-twenty on Christmas morning. Neither did he have any new messages or notifications. He dropped the phone back to the nightstand with a clatter.

Matt grunted and stood up, careful to avoid creaking the wooden floor boards. Not easy for a man of his height and build. Once he had played football for his college team and he had never quite shaken the weight lifting routines and fitness mindset. It also helped that he worked as a coach for the university’s football team and was surrounded all day by health nuts and meat heads. Consequentially Matt was still built like a wide receiver. His broad shoulders and wide chest filled out the gray tank-top he wore, lightly fraying at the seams. His bare biceps were all tight, swollen muscle. His thighs were even thicker, straining his boxers to the limit of their flexibility.

Despite his size, when Matt rounded the bedroom he was all grace and explosive potential. A leopard roused for the hunt. He slipped out into the hall, wincing once as the floor groaned beneath his foot. What was he expecting to find exactly? It wasn’t as though burglars broke into people’s houses in the early morning to bake bread. Although Matt supposed stranger things had happened. He eased his way down the stairs and the yeasty smell only intensified as he neared the source. Another whiff spoke of an undercurrent of sugary sweetness and… was that cinnamon?

Matt stepped warily off of the stairs, skipping the bottom step, which had a tendency to whine exponentially when pressure was applied. He froze outside the kitchen as a sound drifted out from behind the swinging door. A soft feminine voice reached him in the tones of a melody. He tilted his head to listen and thought he recognized the voice. He definitely recognized the song, it was “Santa Baby”

Matt pushed through the kitchen door. Whatever he had been expecting to find could not hold a candle to the sight that awaited him on the other side of the door.

Overpowering sugary sweetness assaulted his senses. Matt tried to ignore the grumbled complaints of his stomach and the watering of his mouth. Those senses were overruled by the vision standing before him, like a scene straight out of a Christmas porno.

A beautiful slip of woman was hovering in front of the open oven. Her back was to him, yet he still recognized her curly blonde hair, petite figure, and the sound of her voice as she half-sang, half-hummed the song. The first thing he noticed just how scantily clad she was. Her entire back was bare, through the delicate set of her shoulders to the smooth slope of her waist. She wore a pair of red lace panties that hugged the heart-shaped curve of her ass. The entire outfit was completed by a white apron tied loosely around her waist. The strings swayed back and forth whenever she moved, the knot threatening to come undone.

Matt blinked as the kitchen door lightly struck him in the back on the reverse swing before it flapped closed behind him. As he watched, mouth agape, the girl bent over the oven with her back stretching in a pleasant arch, her ass on full display. Matt’s eyes drank in every curve, his boxers growing tighter.

This had to be a dream.

He watched the intruder as she retrieved a tray of cookies from the oven with one mitted hand and placed them on the stove top. She gracefully slid a second sheet of cookie dough into the oven and closed the door with a contented sigh.

Matt spared a glance for the countertops. They were overflowing with a wide assortment of ingredients. Here a carton of eggs lay open to one side of the oven, discarded eggshells piled to the other side stacked on a paper towel. A tall bag of flour sagged into a bag of sugar, ringed by little shakers containing brightly colored sprinkles, chocolate chips, and hard candies. There were even several different kinds of decorating icing. Everywhere the countertops seemed to be smudged with traces of flour dough, and here and there the faint trickle of egg.

Matt’s mouth had gone dry, but he somehow managed to clear his throat and speak.

“Emily?”

His step-daughter stiffened and she turned to face him. Her blue eyes were bottomless puddles of azure, her soft pink lips frozen in a smile that slowly shifted from amusement to chagrin. She obviously hadn’t expected him to walk in on her so soon. For a moment she looked to Matt like a rabbit about to bolt. The last time he had seen Emily was at least six months earlier when she had told him and Linda, rather abruptly, that she would be taking the summer and the following semester off to travel Europe. That had been before Linda moved out.

He thought she looked different than he remembered–obviously the last time he saw her she hadn’t been so… naked. She used to favor her hair with exotic colors, dyed in one vibrant shade or another. A style choice Matt have never liked, but one that Linda had always indulged. Now her dirty golden curls had reclaimed their original color, and gained some length, trailing lightly over her bare shoulders. Matt thought it made her look more natural, and perhaps even mature. She was petite, though she was all luscious curves and lean muscle. Her clothing–rather, the lack of clothing–made that abundantly clear. She was tanned now too, whether from the solar bed or time on the beach Matt could not say–only that he liked the color on her.

She was all curves in motion as she took a hesitant step towards him, her full hips could not fully be blanketed by the swaying apron. Matt realized that the apron was stitched in red with the words “Baby It’s Cold Outside” in a decidedly merry holiday font. Her breasts, while not overly large, were full and firm and creased the fabric, forming interesting lines for the eyes to follow. He noticed Emily was also covered copiously in flour up to her forearms, and in some places where the powdery substance smudged her face. She was watching him in kind, her eyes twinkling with delight and perhaps a hint of self-consciousness. When he met her gaze, she did not look away. Her soft lips parted into a rich, white smile.

“Merry Christmas Matt,” Emily said, still with a hint of shyness. Her hips swayed as she crossed the tiled kitchen to embrace him. Matt tried not to get pulled into the dirty thoughts that jangled loose inside his skull as her slender figure pushed against him. Her tits were as firm as he remembered, her pelvis pushed up against his groin and made it difficult to ignore the fact that he was already sporting an erection with only thin undergarments to keep them apart. It was too late to conceal that fact now, she was pressing so tightly to him, she had to be aware of his hardness jabbing into her stomach.

“Merry Christmas?” said Matt. He was more than a little bewildered finding Emily here at all, much less half-naked in his kitchen on Christmas. His mind raced with a flurry of questions, offset by the barbaric chanting fueled by his testosterone. Matt reluctantly broke from the embrace. “Emily, what are you doing here? How did you get in?”

“I missed you too, Matt,” said Emily, her smile becoming wry.

“I thought you were in Europe,” he said.

“I was,” said Emily with a shrug. “Now I’m here.” Emily reached out to touch his chest, but Matt took a slight step back, putting him just out of reach. Emily’s lips formed into a pout, the way they always did whenever things weren’t going her way.

Matt struggled to regain his balance, to remember that she had helped to drive a wedge into his marriage and then left him behind to pick up the pieces.

Plenty of other, mundane factors had contributed to the failure of his marriage. He and Linda fought too much, for a start.. They disagreed on virtually everything. Big things like which schools Linda’s daughter should attend, to small things, such as what sides to have with dinner. They had both sought out arguments and found reasons to resent one another for every little perceived slight. Divorce was inevitable. But the catalyst had always been Emily.

Matt had hardly taken the time to really know Emily. She was an infrequent visitor at their house, preferring to spend the last days of her high school career with her dad. Then moving out at the first opportunity. She had been there at the wedding, and the occasional Christmas visit. Always a distant, seeming disinterested. In fact, as Matt recalled, her disinterest seemed rather pointed.

The real trouble began when Emily had come home for her “semester off”. She had supposedly split up with her high school boyfriend. Having Emily around was a mild inconvenience. Everything had changed with the seasons. A chill winter became spring. And the normally reclusive Emily began to wander the house in the shortest, most revealing outfits she could find. Matt could hardy resist watching her, seeing the sway of her ass cheeks through the house, the tantalizing shape of her legs as she reclined on the living room couch.

He told himself it was just looking…

Looking was as good as touching when it came to Emily. Every movement she made seemed choreographed for the opening act of a strip tease, as though she took for granted that you were always watching. And what’s worse, Matt soon realized she was aware of his attention. Every quirk of an eyebrow and the slightest parting of her lips signaled that she was ready for sex. Yet in the next moment she could be all innocence. He could tell her to put on more appropriate clothing or to stop behaving like that. Her responses were always demure and vulnerable.

Emily always flirted with the boundary line. Maintaining her position on the side of deniability.

The deniability had ended the day Emily had tried to join him in the shower. There were times when Matt would lay awake at night and remember the way her hands had gently gripped his cock. At first he had thought it was Linda, until the young girl knelt between his legs and began to suck him off.

To his credit, he hadn’t allowed things to progress further than that. Matt had shut Emily down and in no uncertain terms he had put an end to the games. Whatever his feelings towards his wife, Matt was determined not to be the kind of man who cheated. Much less on his wife’s own daughter. But the damage had been done. Emily had gotten beneath his skin. He couldn’t even have sex with Linda without thinking about her. And so the sex had stopped completely, creating a rift in the marriage that had exposed all of their underlying issues.

“What are you doing here, Emily?” Matt repeated, perhaps in a tone that was a little too sharp. He exhaled a breath that was as much frustration as it was irritation. “Why are you…wearing that.”

“What?” she said with a impish smile, “you don’t like my outfit?” She ran her fingers down her waist and in his mind’s eye Matt saw himself following that trail with his own fingers. Emily tugged at the hem of the apron, threating to pull the already low hanging garment below her breasts. Matt’s libido growled. That did not help the hardness that was straining his underwear. Emily’s eyes drifted down just as the thought cross his mind, her lips parting ever so slightly.

“I can tell you do,” she said in a heated whisper.

“Emily,” said Matt, a warning note in his voice.

“Yes, Matt?” she said with a smile. Her fingers began to twirl the apron string playfully. God, how he wished she would stop that. How he wished he could tear the apron off of her.

“Please, no more games,” Matt said. “I’m not in the mood.”

“But you like our games,” said Emily, her voice threaded with a childish note of protest. He might as well have told her she was going to bed without desert. “Besides, it looks like you are in the mood.”

“Emily,” Matt said, desperate to change the subject. “I thought you were supposed to be in Europe.”

Emily’s lips formed a pout. “It’s been six months,” she said. “I thought you would be happy to see me. And I wanted to surprise you for Christmas.” Emily crossed her arms under her breasts and it did absolutely nothing to lessen the sexual tension already plaguing him. God, why did he have to argue? Why couldn’t he just take her upstairs and have his way with her? Matt shook that thought away.

He tried to remember that the intoxicating heat coming off of Emily had burned him in the past. Yet with her standing there Matt was all too aware that he was a man out in the cold, hungry for the smallest scrap of warmth. He could still remember precisely what it felt to have his hands wrapped around his length, her bare breasts pressed against his chest.

“You.. shouldn’t be here,” he began slowly, taking a steadying breath. “With the divorce and you being gone for so long. Do you really think turning up like this out of the blue is the best idea?”

“Do you think it’s easy being a homewrecker?” she snapped. Matt blinked, taken aback by the sudden change in pace.

“You’re not a homewrecker,” Matt said, with a placating gesture. Emily went on talking right over him.

“You think I don’t know what could happen if people found out?” Her shoulders slumped and for a moment her youth showed through the seductress persona. She seemed to Matt to be all vulnerability. Matt shifted, wanting very much to sooth her. But a look in Emily’s eyes warned that any pity from him would be a mistake.

“If people found out, I would become a pariah. If mom found out… She would probably never speak to me again. Don’t treat me like I’m stupid, Matt.”

“I didn’t say you were stupid,” said Matt. Only young and naïve.

Emily must have read something of his thoughts in his tone, because her scowl deepened. “I thought you would understand,” she said, sounding hurt. “All the time I was in Europe I was constantly thinking about you, constantly worrying.”

Matt resisted the urge to point out that Emily had left him behind to clean up their mess while she went gallivanting all over Europe.

“I always thought… that we had a special relationship,” Emily continued. I never once thought of you as my step-dad. That was never our relationship. Maybe we were friends. But I always thought of you as… something more.”

“It’s not that simple,” Matt began.

“And… I always thought you were unbelievably hot.”

Matt clamped his mouth shut. He ran a nervous hand through his hair, like always did when befuddled by an awkward situation.

“I’m allowed to say that, you know.” A flirty little smile returned to her lips. “I’m not a child.”

Matt let out a frustrated sigh. “Why can’t you just go after boys your own age?”

Emily shrugged. “That’s not what I want. Besides, how old do you think I am?”

Matt frowned. She was what… nineteen now? No, a little older. Twenty-one or twenty-two. In the months she had been gone, he had likely missed a birthday. Was she really twenty-two?

“This might be a difficult adjustment for you, Matt. But I’m an adult. I’m a woman who knows what she wants.”

Matt shook his head. He had been there for part of raising Emily. He had known her when she was a rebellious teenager.

“And…” she added, stepping closer, cautiously, as though any wrong step might cause him to bolt. “I know what you want.”

Matt sighed. He felt like he was short-circuiting. Underneath all of his mistakes, the irresistible temptation he felt, he was genuinely a good guy. Not some creep. He couldn’t be that guy. The guy who went after young women.

But then, he wasn’t really doing the pursuing here. She was.

“Damn it, Emily,” said Matt. Injured puppy, seriously? He threw up his arms. “I thought I was taking advantage of you. I am trying to protect you. I mean, you’re my daughter for fucks sake.”

“Not anymore,” said Emily.

Matt raised an eyebrow.

“Matt,” said Emily, this time with her own warning note. “I’m twenty-two. I’m old enough to drink and smoke. I can rent a car in most states. I can most certainly fuck whomever I want.”

“Your mom–

“Is no longer married to you. Frankly, I’m not sure she merits your concern at all. And I’m no longer a little girl in need of protection.”

“No,” he admitted. His eyes returned to her luscious figure. She was so gorgeous, so goddamn hot. “No, I suppose you’re not…”

That brought a smile back to Emily’s lips.

“Tell me Matt… Don’t you find me attractive?” she asked.

Matt blinked. “You know you’re attractive–

“No, do you find me attractive? As a man finds a woman attractive.”

Matt inhaled deeply. What was he supposed to say? For the briefest of moments he considered telling her no, and sending her on her way. It was probably the moral thing to do. It’s what he had done months ago when she had made her move on him in that bathroom. But Emily was right. Things were different now.

He nodded. And when he did, it felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

Emily smiled and stepped toward him. Her hand stretched out and caressed his broad chest. This time he didn’t resist. He watched her fingers slide down his chest. He could feel the electricity in the air as her blue eyes drank him in.

Matt hesitated for a considerable time over his next question, knowing how it might be taken if he said it the wrong way.

“Then, why do you want me?” said Matt. “I’m an old man for fucks sake.”

Emily shook her head from side to side and shuddered out a breath. “Because you’re ripped. And you’re so mature. I mean, god, you set the bar so high, Matt. You asked me why I couldn’t just be into other guys my age? When you’re right there, in front of me? I mean, do you even know how you look at me?” She shivered. “Most guys just look right through me. But you… Sometimes I can feel you looking from across the room. It gives me goosebumps. It makes me… well…” Her feet shifted and Matt couldn’t help noticing the way Emily rubbed her thighs together, ever so slightly.

“I don’t need your protection,” said Emily, as if reading his thoughts. Her eyes were searching his desperately for some sign that he would relent. “I’m not a child. I’m an adult and I can make my own decisions.”

They both looked away at the same time. He tried to think of way to bridge the gulf in the conversation, but his stupid libido kept drifting back to the fact that Emily looked so damned delicious. Well, she was here now. It wasn’t like they were going to solve all of their issues with one three minute argument in the kitchen on Christmas morning.

Fortunately Emily broke the silence first. She shook her head. “You know, this place was pretty messy when I got here,” she said, looking around the kitchen. “I actually had to do some cleaning before I could make the dough.”

Matt shrugged. “I don’t normally have house guests.”

“You’ve been living alone all these months,” she said. “From the state of your pantry, I suppose you don’t cook much. Do you survive on freezer meals?”

Matt barked out a laugh. “I do just fine.”

Emily’s smile turned playful once more. She turned and picked up a spatula, scooping a sprinkle-coated sugar cookie into her hand. Matt watched her, his eyes eagerly assessing her thighs, wishing he could part them with his hands and explore what lay between them. “You should try one of these,” she said. Emily held up the cookie, making it plain that she meant for him to eat it out of her hand.

Matt smirked and leaned in taking a bite into soft gooey goodness. His eyes never left hers. The cookie was so good. His taste buds were bombarded with rich sugary flavor, vanilla, and a hint of cinnamon. It made his mouth water, wanting more. He allowed himself an exaggerated moan that caused her to chuckle.

“Well?” Emily asked.

“Delicious,” said Matt through a mouthful of cookie. Emily smiled and it was the most wonderful sight in the world. “I could use some milk though. There’s some in the fridge.”

“Yes sir,” she said almost too meekly. She picked a glass from the cabinet and gave him a teasing look. Emily brushed her ass against his groin as she moved passed him to the fridge. He knew she would feel his erection against her cheek and the little sigh she made told him how much she had wanted to find it there.

Matt groaned inwardly. He watched her in that sexy, infuriating outfit, open the fridge and bend over to get the milk. Matt enjoyed the show and fantasized about how he was going to take her. He was, he decided. At the very least, Emily wasn’t going to leave this kitchen without getting precisely what she was fishing for.

As she returned with the glass, Emily seemed to sense the change in Matt. Her hesitancy reminded him of a mouse, suddenly cornered. He couldn’t tell if she liked what she sensed from him or if it frightened her. She approached more cautiously and offered up the milk to him. Matt drank greedily and hadn’t realized until then just how thirsty he was. He gulped down half the glass and Emily watched him, lips parted thoughtfully. She picked up her own cookie and ate, chewing in smaller, softer bites. Matt smiled and held the glass in front of her chin. Emily paused and looked up at him over the rim. Her eyelashes flickered, managing to appear amused. She had such expressive eyes. She put her lips to the glass as he tilted it. A trickle of milk spilled out from the corner of one lip and as Matt pulled back the trickle became a stream that splashed down her chin and neck, running rivulets between her breasts.

“Oops,” said Matt, setting the glass down on the counter.

“You should clean that up,” said Emily. Matt reached for the towel, but Emily put her hand on top of his, stopping him. Her eyes were fixed on his. “Not like that.” Her eyes drifted down to his lips.

Matt’s mouth went dry.

He was in motion faster than thought, one hand seizing the back of Emily’s head, the other grabbing her at the hip, transgressing into the small of her back. She nearly yelped as his lips met hers and he backed her into the kitchen counter. Matt had to lean to reach the short girl, but he liked the feel of her tiny figure pressed beneath him. She tasted of saliva, flour, sugar, and milk. He kissed her lips until she was breathless and squirming against him. He parted reluctantly and Emily’s eyes fluttered open. She studied him through a half-lidded eyes as though just waking from a pleasant dream. She seemed to be assessing him almost warily.

“I’ve been craving that for so long,” said Emily between deep breaths that did amazing things to her cleavage.

“Me too,” said Matt, though not quite as breathlessly.

“You missed some,” she said. She traced a finger from her lip down her chin and neck, indicating the droplets that drenched her bronzed skin. His eyes followed the trail of milk between her heaving breasts.

“Here, let me unwrap your Christmas present.” Emily reached up behind her head and untied the strings. The apron fell away slowly, peeling from her breasts. It fell almost reluctantly and the apron was soon a pile of cloth at her feet. Emily stood in nothing but her tantalizing red panties and the splotches of flour decorating her skin. She met his eyes and then looked down at herself. Matt followed her gaze to those perky, firm breasts. Her cute nipples stood erect, and her tits were beaded with more pearls of white milk that made a fascinating contrast with her darkened skin.

“Should we take this to the bedroom?” Emily asked, breathlessly.

“No,” Matt growled. He took one step, grabbing Emily firmly by the ass cheeks and lifting her. She let out surprised gasp that turned instantly into a delighted giggle. Her legs wrapped around his waist. He walked her to the counter and Emily pressed her lips into the warmth of his neck. She inhaled his scent, and kissed his throat, even as the bags of flour and sugar toppled over, spilling out their contents onto the counter top.

Matt pushed her thighs open and placed himself between them, kissing her neck, licking up the milk that guided his path down between her breasts. Emily moaned in delight and eased back, a shower of sprinkles and sugary decorations rained down onto the tile floor around her legs.

They both chuckled at the mess being made, yet neither seemed to mind. Matt paused and eased back, just a little. Taking a moment to breathe, letting his heated head clear before he did something that couldn’t be undone. He looked at Emily, bare-breasted, flushed, and covered in splotches of wet flower and confections.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked.

Almost before the words were out of his mouth, Emily was answering his question. Her fingers quested out and grabbed Matt’s erection beneath the all-too-thin fabric of his boxers. She stroked him early, her actions making her intentions clear.

“I want you,” she whispered.

Matt grinned and kissed Emily’s throat. He licked down her clavicle to her breasts, taking a single nipple in his mouth. His hand caressed the fullness of her opposite breast.

Emily made a mewling noise from deep in her throat, sounding like an excited kitten. Her hands ran through his hair and down over his shoulders. She began to pull, clearly frustrated, at the shoulders of his tank top. Matt grazed her nipple with his teeth and she shivered. He eased back and allowed Emily to tug at the hem of his shirt, pulling the fabric over his stomach and hard muscled pecks. The shirt was scarcely off of him before her fingers were darting over his chest, grazing the dark forest of curly hair there, touching every inch of him as though trying to memorize his body. She leaned into him and nipped his earlobe. Her hot breath on his skin caused Matt to stand up a little straighter. Her hand once more began to jerk his cock, but Matt caught her wrist with a grin.

Emily gave him a frustrated look and puffed out an irritated sigh.

“Patience,” said Matt. “I haven’t had my taste yet.”

Emily’s frustration quickly melted away into excitement as Matt lowered himself between her thighs. Matt kissed her just above the knees, his tongue flicked and tasted the flour and moist dough that splotched her skin. He kissed her and occasionally bit down and suckled her skin leaving behind damp reddened love marks. He listened for Emily’s sharp intakes of breath and strangled whimpers. When he finally got to the mound beneath her panties Matt found them drenched with a wide dark stain.

“Somebody’s already wet,” said Matt.

“Well, can you blame me?” Emily whispered.

Matt blew out a breath, directed at her moist cunt. Emily closed her eyes, her teeth leaving shallow dimples in the skin of her bottom lips. Matt grinned and his tongue flicked out, licking her through the red cotton. Emily inhaled a deep bracing breath. Matt’s fingers hooked her panties at the waist and tugged, drawing them down over her thighs. Emily put her legs together and Matt removed the garment, tossing it over his shoulder carelessly. She stared down at him with smoldering eyes as he moved in close.

Emily was clean shaven, except for a small, neat patch of pubic hair. She parted easily for his fingers. They came away glistening and he licked the juice from his fingertips. Matt let out a pleased moan as the taste of her filled his mouth. He leaned in close and flicked out his tongue to lap at her pussy, moving in a slow line from bottom to top and back down again.

Emily let out a moan through her closed lips and sucked in a deep breath through her nostrils. Matt watched her breasts heave, fascinated by their motion. He experimented with another lick, exploring her with his tongue. He tasted the warm, damp fleshiness of her cunt and lightly propped her open with his fingers. Matt’s tongue flicked against her exposed clit, using the tip to tease and excite her.

Emily practically jumped out of her skin with squirming.

“You taste,” he said between flicks of his tongue. “So good.”

He dragged her spread hips towards him across the counter, precipitating another shower of confectionary treats scattering onto the tiled floor. He held her in place as he puckered his lips around her clit and began to suckle. Emily threw her head back and crossed her ankles behind his head.

“Matt,” she breathed. “Please”

The jerky, involuntary spasms she made were quite satisfying. Matt dug his fingers into her hips and moaned as he rolled his tongue against her clit and began to roll his head from side to side.

Emily began to breathe faster. Her head bumped against glass cabinets behind her, rattling the dishes inside. But from the excited expression on her face, Matt doubted she even noticed. Her stomach and breasts rose, faster and faster.

Matt rolled her clit in deliberate circles, steadily increasing both pressure and speed. He inserted his finger inside her pussy and enjoyed the warm wet sensations he found there. He inserted a second finger, his tongue swirled around her clit. He began to finger Emily just a little faster and suddenly she was bucking, one of her hands tightening in his hair, while the other hand scrambled across the counter top searching desperately for something to latch onto and only managing to scatter more ingredients.

“Fuck,” Emily said. She bit her lip and her head fell back as her body arched tight, straining. She let out a sound that was a cross between a sob and a moan. Her legs trembled and Matt felt her toes curling behind his head. She shook and her mouth widened into an oval shape as she came hard. He felt her clench around his fingers, the gush of wetness that swallowed his digits, her womanly nectar assaulted his taste buds. Still he did not let up, not until the last tremors left her and Emily eased back, barely propping herself up as she shook with hitched breaths. Matt glanced up to find her steamy gaze studying him in quiet consideration.

“That was amazing,” said Emily, between full-bodied sighs. “Almost worth the wait.”

“It was definitely worth the wait to see you come like that,” he said with a smile. He laughed when Emily reddened. He wasn’t used to seeing her taken off balance.

“Now…” Matt rose slowly and tugged down his boxers, letting his fully erect cock spring up between her thighs. “Hop down from there.”

To his amusement, Emily swallowed hard like a nervous school girl about to ask her crush to dance at homecoming. She slid down from the counter, eager to obey. Almost before her feet touched the floor, he took Emily by the hips and spun her around to face the counter. Emily let out a giddy little laugh but allowed herself to be bent over the messy countertop, guided by a firm hand placed on her lower back. Matt watched her squirm, it was a delicious sight. Her bare ass was covered in frosting and delectable treats.

Matt gave Emily’s ass a smack and he grinned when her giggles filled the kitchen.Along with another hail of sprinkles and chocolate chips.

“That’s for being such a naughty girl,” he growled.

Emily looked back at him over her shoulder, blonde curls trailing across her shoulder blades. She bit her lip and studied him.

“I think I’ve been extra naughty this year.”

Matt arched an eyebrow. “Is that so?” he said. His hand came back and struck her ass cheek even harder. He watched her tanned cheeks jiggle upon impact and redden. God, what an amazing ass. The smile on his lips resolved into a hard line as his hand came back again and smacked her even harder. The collision of flesh against flesh was a thunderclap that left his ears ringing. This time Emily’s nervous titter was preceded by an arousing whimper.

“Harder,” she hissed.

He struck her again and again. Enjoying the stifled sounds of mingled pain and pleasure.

“Harder daddy,” she cried.

Despite himself, Matt struck her ass again.

“Emily…” he said, sighing.

“Too much?” she asked.

“Maybe a little,” Matt replied.

“You know what?” she said. “I liked it.”

“Yeah,” said Matt. Surprised that he didn’t as guilty as he should. “Yeah, I kind of did too.” He smirked and gave her already reddened ass another hard slap.

But playtime was over.

Matt took her by the hip with one hand, bringing his cock to bear with the other. Only then did it occur to him.

“Uh,” said Matt, hesitating for the last time. “Emily, I don’t have–

“It’s okay,” she said quickly, understanding him implicitly.

“It is?” Matt said, dubious.

“Birth control,” she replied. There was no mistaking the eagerness in her voice. “When the time comes I want you to…”

“I will,” he replied, eagerness growing. “Every last drop.”

Emily let out a shuddering little breath. She seemed nervous. More so than he had expected. He knew she couldn’t be a virgin. Not with the way she behaved. But for the first time he considered that perhaps she wasn’t as promiscuous as her behavior implied.

He spread her tight pink lips with the bulbous head of his considerable length and eased his way inside her. He slid inside her slowly, groaning as he did. Her pussy was welcoming, enveloping every inch of him.

Emily let out an exhilarated sigh.

“Fuck,” said Matt upon meeting slight resistance, “You’re so tight.” He placed his other hand on her hip and held her as he pushed his cock deeper.

Emily eased her hips back, starting a rocking motion that made things considerably easier. Emily’s warmth seemed to adjust around him and in a moment he was pushing his hips, cock moving in and out of her at a steady rhythm. Finally, he was fucking her.. Finally, after all these years of restraint and fantasy. For a moment Matt simply closed his eyes and enjoyed the amazing sensations of her pussy.

“Matt,” she said in an eager whisper. “Please.”

Matt obliged. He started moving his hips slowly at first, easing himself out nearly to the tip before gently sheathing himself almost to the base of his groin. Emily leaned forward, stretching out her back and bracing herself against the counter. She shuddered violently and let out a laugh.

“Cold,” she said, probably referring to the counter.

Matt only smiled and repeated his motion, his cock sliding inside her effortlessly now, stretching and filling her. Matt eased himself into a comfortable rhythm. As he moved his hips faster her breathing began to fill his ears with long, drawn breaths that quickly escalated to loud hitched inhalations broken by a whimper or a moan. If he thought Emily had been loud before, he was thoroughly surprised by her absolutely shameless throaty cries.

“Yes-e-es,” Emily moaned. “Oh Matt.”

“Good girl,” said Matt, giving her ass another slap that caused Emily to cry out. “Louder for me, baby.” Emily obeyed with a vigor. She threw her head back and let out wails of sheer pleasure.

How many times had he imagined this? And still it was better than any of his solitary fantasies.

“Harder daddy!” Emily screamed, her voice full of need. Until then Matt had been taking it easy on Emily. He wasn’t sure what she was used to or how much she could handle. But as she screamed “fuck me like your little whore” loudly enough for the neighbors to hear, Matt found himself doing just that. He grunted as he pounded her harder, each movement of his hips shoving Emily against the counter, rattling jars and scattering messy ingredients. He reached up and took Emily’s arms in each hand, winding them back behind her and using them to leverage her in place as he drove her..

“Oh fuck,” Emily’s voice became strained. She trembled and contracted around him, shuddering and screaming into another orgasm. Matt growled. His cock slid into her even faster, meeting less resistance. His balls slapped against her skin and her cunt began to gush with soft, wet noise..

Matt released Emily and drew his cock out enough to admire the thick white bands of creamy substance that coated him.

“Mmm,” Matt growled. “My cock is absolutely covered in your cum.”

Emily’s response was lost to a moan that overtook her as Matt thrust suddenly back into her. He pounded her tight pink cunt. she wailed and moaned even louder. Matt was certain now that the neighbors would be able to hear. But damn if it didn’t excite him.

“Does daddy like fucking my little pussy?” Emily asked between throaty exhalations. For answer Matt reached up and coiled his fist in Emily’s curly blonde hair at the base of her skull. She let out a surprised whimper that turned into ecstatic ululations as her head came back, body arching.

“Harder,” Emily demanded, rasping voice interrupted by gasps for air. He could feel the reverberations of her tits bouncing in response to each thrust. Emily’s eyes closed and her mouth widened, her hands seized the underside of the counter and she shook violently, erupting into an orgasm that had her knees buckling, her feet coming up on her toes.

He let her collapse onto the countertop. But he wasn’t through just yet. He felt sweat beginning to trickle between his shoulder blades as his hips thrusted. He could feel his motions becoming erratic and unsteady as his climax neared.

Emily knew it too.

“Come inside me daddy,” she begged. “Please!”

She moved her hips, early rocking against his thrusts. Matt’s fingers gripped her hips, perhaps a little rougher than he intended. His motions became erratic.

“Come for me daddy!” Emily cried.

“Goddamn,” Matt groaned, thrusting harder.

“Yes!” cried Emily.

Matt’s muscles flexed and twitched. His jaw tightened and grunted loudly, feeling himself completely lose control. Matt tilted his head back and groaned, muscles straining as he came hard. He pushed himself deep into her pussy and shot load after load of hot cum into her womb.

Ding.

The oven timer went off.

Emily sighed pleasantly and lowered her head to the counter, breathing in deep ragged breaths. She shuddered and twitched occasionally, her muscles spasmed in small involuntary movements. Matt continued to pump his hips, if slower now. At the last he flexed his length and Emily gasped in response as his cock briefly swelled within her, expelling more of his seed. Finally, Matt relented. He sighed and eased himself out of her pussy. Emily tried to stand, but wobbled on unsteady legs. Matt helped to lower her to the kitchen floor. The cold tiles were hell on his skin as he laid down beside her. His eyes traveled down the length of her heaving, twitching body, amazed by the state of her. She was absolutely covered in flour, dough, and smatterings of sugary toppings, and she was no less beautiful for it. He watched her modest breasts heaving, studied the rise and fall of her taunt belly, placing his hand there were he imagined even now his cum was warming within her. Just watching her made his semi-flaccid cock begin to harden once more against the interior of her thigh..

Emily was staring at the ceiling, then her blue eyes flickered to him and a smile touched her lips. “God… that was…” Emily began, but shook her head. She reached out and tangled her fingers in his chest hair, tugging until Matt gave a wince. She bit her lip and shook her head again, finally assessing the state of her body. “We made quite a mess,” she said breathlessly.

“We?” said Matt. “I did all the work.”

Emily giggled and turned on her elbow to rise. “I need to get those cookies out of the oven.” But Matt pushed her back down to the messy floor with a hand to her shoulder.

“Let them burn,” he said with a grin.

He positioned himself between her eagerly spread thighs. He licked a splotch of dough from her neck and bit down on her ear lobe. “I’m not through with you yet. It’s Christmas Morning and I haven’t finished playing with my present.” Emily’s giggles quickly evolved into pleased sighs as he pinned her hands to the floor above her head and entered her once more. The kitchen was soon filled with the smell of burning cookies and the cries of their passionate lovemaking.