4. Eaton
I can’t help it. I throw my head back and laugh. Jenny is serious about her business, so I assumed the name would be discreet and professional, like Intimate Essence or something. But this woman is a constant source of surprises, and I love it. I love her. It’s too soon, I know that, but there’s not a doubt in my mind that she’s my forever.
“I can’t wait to see my mom’s face when I tell her,” I say as I wipe the moisture from my eyes.
“Why would you tell your mom anything about me?”
“I think I’ve been pretty clear about my intentions, woman.”
She slaps my chest. “Be serious for a minute, please.”
Serious? She doesn’t think I’m serious? I’ve never been more certain about anything in my life than I am about Jenny Talya being the future Mrs. Beavers. And fuck me. A cum kink? Any man who has made her feel anything except desirable knowing she gets off on bathing in spunk should have his man card taken away. Never have sexier words been spoken to me, and I might spontaneously combust if I don’t get the chance to explore this kink with her soon.
Now, if possible.
I loop her hands around my neck before enveloping her in my arms and kissing her until she melts into me. Something that feels a whole lot like adrenaline supercharged with electricity pumps through me and goes straight to my dick. I thrust my tongue into her mouth to get a taste of heaven while her nails scratch up and down my neck, making me want to purr like a kitten.
Pre-cum leaks from the tip of my dick, and I force myself to pull away before I blow in my pants. “I’m serious as a fucking heart attack, Baby Cakes. I’m not a patient man, but there’s a lot of fun to be had while you catch up to me.”
“What kind of fun?” She licks her kiss-swollen lips, making me think of how sexy they’ll look wrapped around my pole.
Looking around, I deflate a little knowing a kitchen isn’t the place for sexual activity. Jenny shifts, brushing her cunt against my woody. Or is it? Of course we’d clean up after ourselves. We’re not animals.
“Pull your panties down for me,” I order.
“Here?” Her tone suggests outrage, but she’s grinning as she reaches under her dress and wiggles them down over her hips and to her thighs.
“Allow me.” I pull the basic cotton panties down the rest of the way. On their own, they’re not sexy in the least, but knowing they’ve been cradling Jenny’s goodies all day has me pocketing them for later. “Scoot to the edge and lie back.”
“This is so naughty.”
“Tell me about your jizz.” I walk over to the pot, give it a stir, then fill a measuring cup.
She lifts onto her elbows. “I make a few variations. Unflavored water-based jizz can be used as lube, but the sweet mint, strawberry, and vanilla are just to play with and are edible.”
“Tell me how you play with it.”
Her cheeks and chest turn a beautiful shade of pink. “Sometimes I load it into a dildo and pretend I’m sucking a man off, then I either swallow or spray it all over my bare breasts. Or I fuck myself with the dildo and allow it to fill me up. If I’m feeling lazy, I just use it as lube.”
“Fuck me. Will you let me watch you sometime?”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe, huh? What does it depend on?” I dip a finger into the cum and give it a taste. It’s exactly as she described, sweet and minty. The texture is creamy and a little lumpy, a little like watery pudding.
“This whole sexy, confident thing you have going on could be just a facade.”
I smirk and set the cup down. “You think?”
“I don’t know. I’m waiting to find out.”
I flip her skirt up and, with my hands on her knees, spread her legs wide open. “Oh, Baby Cakes. Look at this pretty bare pussy, so nice and pink, glistening with arousal for me.”
“Eaton,” she whines.
“Does your little cunnie need some attention?” Picking up the measuring cup, I drizzle some of the warm jizz down her slit. Her chest heaves, and she gasps at the sensation. “Someday, this will be my love liquor dripping down your petals, but right now, I want to fuck you with my fingers and tongue.”
I roll a stool down the counter and take a seat. Parting her outer lips, the gelatinous jizz spiderwebs over her hole, and I dive in. The sweet mint mixed with Jenny’s earthy flavor coats my tongue, and I moan in satisfaction. I now fully understand the appeal of her product. There are so many fantasies a person can live out without risking their health or introducing someone else into a monogamous relationship.
Taking my time, I lazily lick up and down her pussy, stopping at the top to flick her love button. Jenny squirms, making adorable sounds of frustration. How the hell did I get this lucky? One impulsive decision to stop at a bookstore on my way to work changed my life, and now my face is buried between the sexiest bare of chubby thighs as I make a meal of her cunt.
Like a kitten lapping up its milk, I clean Jenny’s pussy of all the minty jizz before latching onto her clit and pushing a finger inside her. Her love glove grips me tight, and I nearly lose my mind thinking about how she’ll squeeze the life out of me when it’s my rod inside her.
“It’ll take some work to stretch you out enough for me to fit inside your cookie.”
“I can take it. Please.”
“Best we start with a finger. Or two.” I pump in and out of her channel while nipping and sucking on her clit. One finger becomes two as I thrust inside her hot, wet depths. She writhes, her desperate moans muffled by her thighs clamping my head.
I’m a successful man; I have an MBA and own a thriving business, yet I’m more proud of the pleasure I’m making this woman feel than any other accomplishments. My musings are cut short when I’m jerked forward as she locks her ankles around my neck, trapping me in a delicious death grip. It’s a little hard to breathe, but the lack of air only fuels my determination to munch her meat until she gives me that orgasm. Besides, it’d be my honor to die with my face buried in Jenny’s cunt. I can only hope the details of my demise will be etched on my grave for all eternity.
“Just like that. Right there. Yes!” she screams so loud I’m certain the neighboring businesses hear her. Even through the thigh-muffs, her cries of pleasure are unmistakable.
Her internal grip on my fingers tightens, making it difficult to move in and out. Instead, I stroke her G-spot as she gets off. It’s the most beautiful moment of my life so far, and I commit every detail to memory: her scent, her taste, her sounds. I don’t want to forget anything about this first with my Baby Cakes.
I chuckle at how quickly her body goes from rigid to lax. In the blink of an eye, her legs turn to noodles as they fall off my shoulders, her velvet sleeve all but pushes my fingers out, and when I gaze up her body, she staring unblinkingly at the ceiling.
After giving her clitoris a goodbye kiss, I stand, and though it pains me, I pull down her dress. My face is coated in her essence, so while she comes back to reality, I grab a paper towel from the roll above the sink. I consider washing my face but quickly dismiss the idea; I want to savor the scent of her all night long.
“I’m a puddle of goo,” Jenny moans.
I lean over her to nuzzle her neck and whisper, “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.”
“I’d apologize for nearly suffocating you, but I can’t regret one second of that.”
“Don’t you dare regret anything. That was the hottest thing to ever happen to me.” I palm her breast, loving that she has way more than a handful.
She reaches between us and unbuttons my pants. “My turn.”
“You don’t need to do that. Pleasuring you was as much for me as it was for you.”
“Remember how I told you I have a cum kink?”
“How could I forget?”
“The whole time you were going down on me, all I could think about was how my tits would look painted in your seed.”
“Fuck.”
I straighten as she sits up and hops off the counter. With her eyes locked on mine, she pushes the straps of her dress down her shoulders and frees her arms before lowering the top down to her waist, revealing her big, beautiful breasts covered in pink lace. I’m riveted as she reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra, letting it fall to the ground.
My cock throbs as I finally get a look at her all-natural breasts. I’ve been with women who’ve had augmentation, and while I can appreciate a rack that sits high, I prefer the way Jenny’s tits hang, creating a teardrop shape. Her fat nipples are a gorgeous rosy color, and when I reach out to tease them, they draw up into tight points that make my mouth water.
“I’m sorry the bra is deceiving. I know they’re saggy.”
The look of insecurity on her face guts me. “Why would you ever think they’re anything but perfection?”
“Because I’ve been told I should get a breast lift.”
My sadness turns to rage. “By who?”
“My ex. Daniel. He even tried to pay for me to get it done, but I can’t even get a shot without passing out. I hate to think what going under the knife would be like.”
“He’s a fucking idiot because I’ve never seen a pair more beautiful than these.” I hold them in my hands, loving their weight. “I’d kick his ass if I wasn’t so grateful that he was stupid enough to let you go so I could swoop in and take his place.”
“Really?” Her eyes sparkle with hope.
“I wouldn’t lie to you.”
She’s grinning when she bites her lip and pushes me back until my ass hits the counter, then lowers my zipper and tugs my pants down below my ass. The second I feel her soft hand grip my cock, I know I’ll embarrass myself by how quickly I bust a nut.
“You’re big,” she says, and not like it’s a compliment. Her brows pinch in concern.
“Don’t worry. When the time is right, I’ll fit.”
“I’m not so sure.”
“Do you trust me?”
“I’ve only known you for eight hours.”
I pinch her chin and tilt her head up. “That’s not what I asked, Baby Cakes. Do. You. Trust. Me?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
She frees my cock from my boxers. “Damn, I’ll bet you produce a lot cum.”
I laugh. “You’ll have to wait and see.”
Reaching behind us, she scoops a dollop of her jizz out of the measuring cup and coats my cock in it. Her attention remains fixed on my junk as she strokes me with just the right pressure and takes the time to roll her palm over my sensitive tip.
“Next time I make you cum, it’ll be with my mouth sucking on these fun bags.” I dip a finger in the jizz we made and trace a circle around her nips, leaving a trail of white cream. My balls draw up thinking about the picture she created, and I want nothing more than to jack off all over her chest. “This’ll be my first time.”
“There’s no way you’re a virgin.”
“No, I mean my first time shooting onto a woman.”
“Really?” The question comes out breathy, telling me she likes this fact.
“I’ve never trusted anyone to not catch my load into a condom.” The words ‘but I trust you’ go unsaid, both of us understanding.