Her hand moves fluidly, massaging the oil into the metal. Her fingers are wet, slippery, and my cock thickens the longer she rubs the pan.
“You know, if you keep stroking the pan like that, I might just need you to stroke me next.”
Misty looks up, veering her stare as she pours the batter into the pans. She doesn't say a word, simply turning to the oven and putting the cakes inside. Spinning around to face me, she grabs the coconut oil off the table.
“You know I heard coconut oil is actually great as a lubricant.” Taking a spoonful out, she plops it in her hand, and starts to rub it against her palm with her thumb. Her eyes hood, lashes fanning her lids like canopies as her lips pull up to the side.
My entire body shutters as she reaches my side, her thumb swirling in circles through the liquid pool in her palm.
“Is that right?” I ask.
Her grin widens as she licks her lips. “So I heard.” Using her free hand, she undoes my button and zipper, and reaches into my pants. Wrapping my cock, she pulls it free. “Oh, you're hard already.”
“You turn me on.” My eyes close as she holds my cock in her hand.
“Good, I like turning you on.” Smearing the warm oil on my dick, she begins to stroke up and down. The oil is silky smooth, and feels so fucking good as she rubs it all over my cock.
Her hand begins to tighten, gripping firmly as she moves up and down; slow, precise, and so very perfect. Closing my eyes, my head falls back as she works my length. My heart picks up, my pulse kicking as she continues with tightly coiled fingers around my cock.
I can feel the orgasm building, but I don't want to come all over her hand. I want to come inside her, I want to feel her wet pussy, and watch her body shake as she comes all over my cock.
Grabbing her hand, I hold her still. “Easy, I don't want this to end just yet,” I say.
Pinching her chin with my other hand, I tilt her head up and look into her eyes. Misty inhales a deep breath, her chest expands rapidly, and she tugs her bottom lip into her mouth.
Pulling her face to mine, I kiss her.
Her mouth opens easily, accepting everything I have to give. Our tongues lick and swirl, moving around each other as I move Misty where I want her.
Walking forward, I wrap an arm around her hip, and spin so her she's facing the table. Pushing her shoulders down, she splays open palms on the steel. I can see the heat off her body as she leaves palm prints.
The metal steams as her fingers arch and the pads of her fingers hold her in place. Exhaling a heavy breath, she moans softly. “Mm.”
“You like when I take control?” I ask, and she nods, unable to speak.
My hands work anxiously to tear her pants down. My cock hurts, it needs her, it needs to be inside her. Running the tip of my cock up the center of her pussy, I rub the coconut oil from my dick around her entrance.
She presses up on the tip of her toes and pushes her ass back. “Fuck me, Nick,” she says as she looks back at me over her shoulder.
There's no hesitation in her voice, she knows exactly what she wants, and she accepts it easily. Me.
She nibbles her bottom lip lightly, sucking her cheek into her mouth. Her back arches and she lifts her ass higher. My hand pushes up her shirt, exposing the smooth dips and defined muscles of her back.
Tracing a single finger up her spine, I slip my hand into her hair and wrap it around my fist. Jerking her head back, I pull her upright, and press my mouth to her ear. “You want me to fuck you,” I say, licking the shell of her ear.
She nods gently and lets out an audible gasp I bite her shoulder. “Yes, I want you to fuck me.”
Slamming my dick inside her, she groans loudly. It comes from deep in her chest, hard and thick, but full of satisfaction. I'm inside her now, it's exactly what her body is demanding.
My hand slips back down her back, following her spine, until I reach her ass. Pulling my cock back, I grab her ass, and thrust back in. A delicate noise escapes her as she bites down on her bottom lip and her eyes snap shut.
Misty throws her ass back as I pull out, her body refusing to let me go. I love watching her pussy devour me, the way her nipples turn stiff, and her skin flushes pink.
Shifting my hips forward, I meet her ass as she pushes back, and it sends my dick in deeper. I'm buried to my base, my fingers coiling in her hair as I pull her head back harder.
Grunting, I lean forward, slipping my hand under her belly and holding her up. Her hands are open on the table, arms locked straight as she digs her feet into the ground to stay in place.
“Fuck,” I growl, running the sharp edges of my teeth across the side of her neck as I pump in and out of her body.
My hips move faster, harder, and with full promise of making her come. Her thighs clamp together as the tips of her fingers scrape the table and she falls forward. Misty's mouth forms the perfect O as she trembles from head toe.
I can feel her body shake, it moves from her skin to my touch instantly, making my balls firm. With one final thrust, chills explode outward, moving down my legs and up my chest as I come hard. My dick twitches, throbbing as it pumps hot cum deep into her heat. Jerking over and over, my cum starts to spill from her entrance, seeping down the back of her legs.
Pulling out, I grab a hand towel off the table and wipe my cock off. Misty grabs another towel and starts to wipe herself. She's smiling at me, her grin sexy and dirty.
“You really are bad, you know that?”
“I never said I wasn't.” Fixing my clothes, I chuckle.
“What?” she asks. “What's so funny?”
“The side of your face is covered in flour.”
“Is it?” Misty glances at the table, and there's a clear spot of where her face was. Giggling, she takes a paper towel and wipes the flour off her cheek. “You're also messy.”
The timer dings, grabbing both our attention. “Perfect timing,” I say as I nod at the ovens.
Misty puts on two oven mitts and grins. She pulls the cakes out of the oven one at a time and sets them on the table. Slipping the mitts off, she sets her hands on her hips.
“Perfect,” she says excitedly, doing a little dance. She bobbles on the balls of her feet, waving her arms at her sides. “The ovens are perfect!”
Smiling, I walk up behind her and wrap her in hug. Nuzzling my face into the crook of her neck, I flutter kisses up her neck. “It's really sexy watching you bake. I like it, you should bake all the time.”
“Yeah, I don't think so.” Misty gets out different frosting from the big fridge and starts to lather it on the cake.
Sitting up on the table, I watch her work magic on the cake. She smooths the frosting, adding different shades of blue to create a tie-dye effect. Her hands move fluidly, delicately, with precision I couldn't imagine ever having.
It takes her two hours to fully cover and decorate the cake. But when she steps back, my jaw drops to my chest. The cake is gorgeous.
“Wow,” I say, bending down to look closer. “It's amazing.”
“Thanks,” she says proudly, folding her arms across her chest.
“Why don't you do this?”
“What?” she asks absently.
“Bake cakes. You have a talent, Misty. I mean, look at this.”
“I don't know. Vanessa's always been the baker. Don't get me wrong, I like baking cakes, but it just made more sense to let her bake, and I'd take on the marketing end.”