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The good food smells woke me. I picked out the scents of bacon and coffee, but I couldn’t quite associate the slightly cinnamon/orange smell with any of my typical breakfast fare. I stretched languidly, glad the monster headache was gone. After a quick brush through my hair and a trip to the bathroom, I ambled downstairs to find the source of the delicious smell.

Dubois was bent over, pulling a tray out of the oven when I entered the kitchen. “Hey you.”

“Hello you back.” I walked closer and we kissed lightly. “You look dashing this morn. Feeling better, eh?”

“Much.” I looked down at the tray he’d placed on the stove-top. The smell was definitely coming from the buns on the tray. “Honey buns?”

He looked surprised. “Why yes. We call them honey bite buns. You have had them before?”

“Who hasn’t? They sell them in every store down here.” I picked up a hot bun, pleased that it easily came apart under my fingers, and took a small bite. The tangy sweet flavor had my taste buds singing—until that tangy sweetness suddenly morphed into fire! I fanned at my mouth, tried to grab a glass and turn on the faucet at the same time, fumbled and dropped the glass, and finally just put my lips under the faucet and scooped cool water into my burning mouth.

Dubois was bent over laughing. I didn’t see anything funny, though. “What the hell did you put on those buns?”

“Cayenne pepper. I told you they were honey bite buns. Here,” he pushed a glass of red juice toward me, “this is what we drink with them. It takes the sting out of your mouth.”

I smelled the liquid. “Tomato juice?” He nodded and I took a sip. I have to admit, after the first sip, the burning lessened considerably. After the third, it was gone completely.

“Better?” Dubois stopped in front of me, hands moving up to rest on either side of my waist.

“Considerably.”

He grabbed another bun, broke off a small portion, and held it to my lips. “Let me show you my way to eat one.” I nodded in assent. “First, you slowly lick a small bit of icing off the top,” I did so, noting that my tongue began heating up almost immediately, “then you spread that icing all through your mouth while I take a big swallow of the tomato juice.” He did so and pulled me to him. His mouth quickly covered mine. My tongue slipped inside his mouth, felt the healing coolness of the tomato juice as it transferred between us before finally pulling back.

I tore off a piece of bun, held it up to his mouth. He opened wide as I pushed it inside. I sipped from the tomato juice before pulling him to me and covering his mouth. His tongue stabbed inside me, plundered me as his mouth organ scanned and memorized the valley, the ridges of my mouth. He bit my lips, sucked them inside to feel the lingering heat. I twirled and stabbed, intertwined and released, sucked him slow, then faster.

The strap of my nightgown was slid past my biceps, exposing a breast. Dubois pulled it away, smeared icing on his finger, met my eyes before rubbing the sticky concoction onto my nipple. The burning sensation was immediate and so intense I gasped. Dubois halted my hand as he placed his tomato juice–filled mouth over the stinging button. When his cold mouth met my sensitized berry, I moaned. His lips tugged and pulled, sucking me deep. His fingers cupped me, held me in place as his teeth nipped and tongue flicked over my point. My hands rubbed over his head, wanting him to never leave, never cease this feeling.

The other strap was lowered and Dubois pinched and stroked that nipple. I smeared sticky icing over my berry, wanting to feel the sensation in it also. Dubois didn’t drink from the tomato juice; instead he pulled the sugary tit into his hot mouth. The heat radiated outward from my nipple, across my chest, upward and downward, waking up my cells. I pushed my breast farther into his mouth, wanting him to add pleasure to this pain. When he bit the tip, my pussy began to pulsate. I grabbed his ears and smashed his face into my tit.

The gown was tugged down over my stomach and past my hips to pool on the floor. Dubois lifted me onto the countertop, held my orbs, pushed them together, and sucked in earnest. I pushed my tits higher, wanting him to take more into his mouth. My pelvis began lifting, beckoning.

He pushed me onto my elbows, lifted a leg onto the counter, spread me wide. He grinned as he reached for the knife lying next to the tray. With two flicks of his wrist, my panties fell away. He then rolled his finger around in the honey bite icing before holding it up in front of my pube.

“Ready for this?”

I breathed heavily before nodding. His fingers were gentle as they parted my bush and exposed my clit. Dubois licked his lips before placing the icing on my clit. My body tensed, lurched as my clit caught on fire. I gasped and fanned at the pleasure pain, bucked my hips on the counter as the heat infused my pussy, made it leak more.

His lips covered my nub, his tongue my salvation and my hell. I gurgled my pleasure; my pussy pumped love juice onto his chin as he stroked and sucked my clit. A finger was inserted inside my pussy—not enough to satisfy but definitely enough to make me hotter. It moved slowly in and out, twisting and stroking, making me want more, need more.

Dubois stopped his clit assault, lifted his head. His eyes were dark, sensuous. “I want you now.” A statement of need.

I responded by placing my other leg up on the counter, spreading even wider, my entire pussy on display now. A muscle jumped in Dubois’s jaw as he surveyed my pussy peep show. Then he pulled the strings on his pajama pants and they dropped to the floor. His dark cock resembled a cylinder of onyx…and I hoped it was just as hard.

He captured both thighs, pulled me to the edge, threw my legs over his arms. And when his cock kissed my clit…I growled deep in my throat. We both watched as he rotated his cockhead over and over my pulsing tissue, making me gush, making me bite my lips in need. Damn, this shit is erotic…. Hemade his cock jump, pop the clit over and over until my clit stood at full attention.

His cock slid back and forth between my slick pussy lips, teasing the entryway but not entering. We both breathed like mutts in heat, watching the cock interplay, wanting and needing release. It finally came….

Dubois pushed into me slowly, a millimeter at a time. I wanted to surge forward, slam him into me, but he’d read my mind and held my hips firm. The head was inserted inside my groping pussy, then pulled out—I grunted in pleasure/displeasure—before being pushed back inside. He took his time filling me slowly, retreating, entering, retreating…blowing my mind.

My hips struggled against his hand constraints, wanted to undulate, swirl…feel all of him, dammit! He held them still, wanting to run the show like he wanted to. Not if I can help it…

My legs wrapped around his neck, crossed at the ankles. I lifted my hips, surprising him as he surged deeper than he’d planned. I forced my hips down on his, deep as I could go. Dubois’s head was strained back, face clenched, trying to regain control. Give it up, baby. These thunder thighs ain’t no joke. I didn’t relent or give an inch. I pumped, ground, and swirled in a frenzy. I hadn’t had cock in forever and I was past needing release.

Dubois finally realized he could hold out no more. He locked eyes with me…and put his back into it. He bounced me into the air as he pistoned deep in my pussy. My pussy groped, Kegeled, and released honey all over his marbleized cock. I wanted to feel every damn inch he possessed.

The sound of the slaps of his balls on my ass took me to the brink. I stuck a finger in icing, smeared it all over my nipples. I heated up another ten degrees. I lifted higher, squeezed my thighs harder, and slammed my pussy as I felt the pinpricks begin in my feet, moving up my calves, my thighs, and screamed as they jackhammered into my clit. My pussy clenched, locked down on Dubois. His strokes stuttered…stopped…then he groaned—roared—as he pistoned like hell and I felt the molten lava spew up and into me.