Cooking can be fun if you're doing it right. [F30] [F29] [M30] [Lesbian] [Orgasm] [Passion]
The marinara sauce simmered away on the hob, as Becca leaned over, tending to the sauce and inhaling the scent of garlic and basil emanating from it, her vest top riding up a little as she moved her arm to stir the sauce. The kitchen was warm, the heat from the oven radiating outward, but it was nothing compared to the heat she felt from the presence moving in. just behind her.
Rory moved with a predatory grace, closing in towards Becca as she tended to the meal. Her hand, warm and firm, slid over and around Becca’s hip, fingers slightly toying with the waistband of the shorts she was wearing. Becca moved back against her, almost instinctively, as she reached for a spoon. Dipping it into the pan and bringing it over her shoulder for Rory to taste.
Rory leant in, her chin resting on Becca’s shoulder, and she took the offering
“Tastes like it needs more salt,” she murmured, her voice a low and her breath warm over Becca’s skin as she spoke . She didn’t reach for the shaker on the counter, offering no particular help beyond the suggestion.
Instead, she turned her face slightly and let her mouth open against the side of Becca’s neck, her teeth grazing over where her pulse would be.
Becca didn’t pull away. She tilted her head to the opposite side, exposing more of the area, a silent invitation that Rory accepted immediately, sinking her teeth into the soft area of skin, mixed with light kisses to contrast the feeling. The spoon in Becca’s hand hovered over the pot, forgotten, as Rory’s hand came up to her breast, her nipple hard and sensitive against the touch. The hard squeeze of her already hard nipple mixed with the sudden bite at her neck made Becca’s breath hitch, a sharp intake of air that gave Rory all the encouragement she needed.
The spoon fell, splashing into the sauce and bringing Becca’s attention back to her original task for a split second.
“I’m trying to cook,” Becca whispered, though she made no move to stop Rory’s hand or to move away from her. If anything, she was moving her body into the feeling, into the touch of Rory’s hand sliding down her body from her breast until her fingers were teasing the elastic hem of the shorts.
“Not anymore,” Rory growled, and she spun Becca around with a sudden, assertive force. One swift motion that Becca didn’t expect, nor fight against.
The spin turned into a kiss in an instant, hard, tongues darting against one another, teeth almost clashing due to the desperation behind it. They both sank into it perfectly, each one hungry for the other. Rory’s dominance took over, her hands gripping Becca’s waist, pulling their bodies flush until there was no space left between them. Forcing them into the feeling of almost becoming one entity in that moment, like neither had a beginning or end. Becca’s hands had moved up and were tangled in Rory’s lazy mohawk, pulling her closer, needing more of that pressure, trying to exhibit some form of control over the situation, but only proving how desperate she was for her.
Rory broke the kiss only to hoist Becca up onto one of the kitchen counters. It was effortless and there was no resistance, nor any regard for the environment they were in. It sent a jolt of heat racing in between Becca’s thighs and she gasped as her bottom and legs hit the cold granite of the countertop. The pure difference of temperature between the stone against her overheated skin made her arch her spine, her legs instinctively wrapping around Rory’s waist, like her entire body had been shocked by it.
The action caused a small moment of chaos, a ceramic utensil jar tipped over, sending a plethora kitchen utensils clattering to the floor. The salt-shaker followed, rolling along until it hit the floor with a small crash and probably a few other things. but neither of them looked down. Rory’s hands were busy dragging the silk shorts down Becca’s legs, stripping the barrier away with impatience. A somewhat aggressive feeling to the action, but Becca was just as aggressively moving herself and trying to help get them off quicker, hell, she wouldn’t have cared if Rory had ripped them from her at this point.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” Rory groaned, her eyes locked on to Becca’s as her hand played over the hot flesh of her pussy. She needed no further information from Becca and she dipped her head and buried her face between Becca’s thighs, darting her tongue straight in to taste her wet pussy.
The sensation was electric and sent shockwaves through Becca’s body, her back arched as she pushed herself into Rory’s hot mouth.
Rory’s tongue was moving over her, running from her hole to her clit and back again. Only stopping to circle her clit or to dart inside her swollen pussy. Becca switched between low drawn out moans and rapid almost squeals through this, her heels trying to find somewhere to dig into, to try and ground some of the unreal pleasure she was in and her fingers scrabbling for in the same way on the smooth granite. She found nothing and so her hands wandered to Rory once again, pulling at her hair, pushing her harder against the pussy she was so fiercely ravishing.
She wasn’t gentle. She made small nips at Becca’s clit with her teeth, humming low in her throat, which sent vibrations straight through Becca’s core. Suddenly, Becca noticed that the attention with her tongue had centred around her clit and she felt a slight pressure against her pussy hold. Rory slid two fingers inside, firmly and with the same level of passion as the rest of this interaction had been riding. She moved them in and out for a moment, feeling the ease at which they moved, before curling them upward to find that spongy, sensitive spot that made Becca’s vision blur and her life feel perfect.
“Yes, right there,” Becca gasped, loud and unintentionally, her head falling back, hitting the wall cabinet behind her with a dull thud. Rory giggled at that, without moving, so all it served to do was send an additional level of vibration through Becca’s clit.
All Becca could focus on was the feeling of Rory’s fingers and the relentless swish of her tongue. Rory was fucking her now, hard and fast, stopping for a moment to give special attention to the place she could only reach when she was fully inside and curved around, the place that had Becca gasping for air. The wet sounds of her fingers moving in and out of the tight hole and the gasps of pleasure filled the kitchen.
Then suddenly, the breathing changed, as Becca’s breath began to come in short, ragged pants, Rory pulled her mouth away, her fingers slipping free.
Becca whined at the loss, she was so close and her hips were still bucking slightly, trying to find the solution to what she needed. But Rory stood up, a wicked smirk playing on her glistening lips, covered in the wetness Becca’s pussy had been producing the entire time.
“Not yet,” she taunted.
Becca giggled, a surge of playful aggression taking over her and she pushed her weight against Rory’s shoulders, using the leverage to slide herself off the counter. As her feet hit the floor, her knees wobbled slightly, but she steadied herself quickly. She didn’t wat to give Rory a chance to respond to her, fight her a little. Her hands moved toward Rory’s hips, one hand on the waistband tugging it downward, the other moving straight beneath the bottoms to find her pussy.
Rory was just as wet as she was. Becca didn’t hesitate, her fingers explored immediately and with a unnatural precision she found Rory’s clit in an instant, giving a slight nip before she started to circle and flick over the swollen area.
Rory gasped, her head falling forward, her forehead resting against Becca’s. “Fuck, Becca.”
“Payback,” Becca whispered, her hand moving so that her thumb replaced her fingers, flicking over her clit with a slight pressure. The fingers she had been using slid downward and she thrust two fingers deep into Rory’s cunt.
Rory gasped through a mixture of shock and pleasure, and it shot her back into action. Her hands returned to Becca’s body, one found its place on the back of her neck, holding her steadily in place. The other, resumed its position between her things, her fingers buried deep with every thrust. They stood chest to chest, eyes locked onto each other and fucking with frantic need, fingers pumping in and out, palms grinding against clits.
The rhythm was almost chaotic, each one fuelling the other and only intensified by the sounds of their moans and the wet, squelching noises of their fingers working each other’s pussies. Becca started to feel Rory’s pussy walls fluttering around her fingers, tensing around her and gripping her tight, the sign she was close, and she was close too, the tension in her belly winding tighter and tighter. Her legs getting weaker as she sank into the feeling. She could feel Rory sinking too.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” Rory panted, her hips jerking erratically against Becca’s hand, willing her to keep going, needing her to.
“Me too,” Becca admitted, her voice breathless and thin as she weakened with the feeling overtaking her entire body.
They both stumbled a little, their legs losing the strength to hold them up amidst the overwhelming pleasure. In an unspoken mutual agreement, they went down together. A heap and tangle of limbs on the kitchen floor, landing almost a little too hard.
Becca landed on her back, Rory half-on top of her, her thigh wedged between Becca’s legs in a seemingly intentional manner. Becca hooked her leg over Rory’s hip, opening herself wider, giving Rory full access. Rory’s appreciated the gesture and forced another finger inside, hard and fast, while Becca had opted to keep her fingers buried deep inside Rory, moving with the same rhythm, but focussing on her g-spot to give her hits of intense pleasure.
The kitchen air was thick with the scent of sex now, thick with the passion and intensity of what had happened. Becca’s toes curled, her back bowing off the floor. She was right there, hovering on the edge, she needed the release.
“Rory, fuck, don’t stop,” Becca cried out, her nails digging into the skin of Rorys arse, pulling her ever closer to her.
Rory responded by driving her fingers hard into Becca one last time, curling them and pressing hard against her g-spot while her teeth once again found Becca’s neck and bit down hard.
Becca couldn’t hold it any longer, she shattered into the feeling, her orgasm ripped through her entire body, a moan so loud it was almost a scream and her pussy clamping down around Rory’s fingers, pulsing and gushing over them. This drove Rory over the edge seconds later, her body seized up, a low, raw moan tearing from her throat as she came all over Becca’s hand.
Neither moved their fingers, nor spoke for a moment, they simply laid, chests heaving, sweat cooling on their flushed skin, the marinara sauce still popping innocently on the stove behind them, probably ruined by now.
Then, another sound cut through the heavy silence. A deliberate, masculine clearing of a throat.. Becca’s eyes snapped open. Scanning the room, Rory’s head had turned too, doing the same. Neither had heard the door open nor had they heard the footsteps over the sound of their own moaning. But there he was.
Todd stood in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame. He wasn’t shocked. Why would he be, he’d almost expected it. He was watching them with a hungry gaze, his eyes wandering over their tangled, half-naked bodies. His hand over his crotch, almost absentmindedly stroking a little. A visible bulge strained against the front of his jeans, proof of his arousal. He didn’t say a word, just raised an eyebrow, a small smirk playing on his lips.
The aura of the room shifted instantly, turning from the heavy post orgasm hue into the bliss into something else entirely. A restart. Becca and Rory looked at each other and giggled, exhausted but knew the next part would be just as good as the last.
Becca smiled, a slow, wicked curve of her lips. She extended a hand toward Todd and beckoned him forward, her fingers still glistening with Rory’s cum.
“Get over here,” she said, her voice husky and raw. “We’re just getting started.”