Emma has spent three years making dough at her steel kitchen countertop in the bakery; Mixing flour, eggs and sugar and other ingredients, and rolling and kneading the dough. Years of making glaze and filling the doughnuts with creams and jellies.
She has made all sorts of doughnuts and scones and other pastries at this countertop. However, she can't recall ever having as much fun as she is now. There is flour and eggs and chocolate icing all over the floor but she's finding too hard to care when her deputy's cock is buried inside of her, both of them naked. Her legs are wrapped around him and he's rocking into her, the steel surface cool and hard on her back.
It started when he had stopped by to 'check on her' while he worked the overnight shift.
She was mixing cream filling when he knocked on the door. Emma put down the spoon in her hand and went to answer it. She had her apron on and was covered in flour, but he never seemed to mind. In fact he was a little too happy to see her.
"Morning, love." A goofy smile was plastered on his face as she let him in. He put his hands on her hips and pulled her in for a deep, heart-melting kiss.
As their tongues brushed together, she splayed her hands on his chest. She really wanted to continue kissing him, but she had to open the bakery in a couple of hours and still had a lot to do. She gently pushed him away, immediately regretting their separation as she turned and walked away.
He stuck his lip out in a pout. "Where are you going, love?"
"Unlike some people, I actually have to do my job," she taunted and continued her work at the counter.
"Oi!" He smiled and stalked over to her, resuming his hands on her hips. "I am doing my job, but I have some down time and I can't help it if I miss my girlfriend like crazy." He leaned in and brushed his lips against her earlobe as he spoke in a deep, sultry voice. "I can't help what you do to me, love."
Emma closed her eyes, tilting her head back as he kissed her ear and pulled on it gently with his teeth. "And what exactly do I do to you."
Killian couldn't hold back the growl that escaped his lips. She knew exactly what she did to him and she loved it. He pressed the growing bulge against her butt, making her gasp.
"See, love, I can't help myself. Your too irresistible."
"And you know I would be more than happy to take care of that for you, but I really have to finish this." Emma lifted her head up, trying to recompose herself and steady her breathing as she took the spoon and continued to fill the piping bags with it.
"I think you could use some assistance with that, love."
"And what kind of assistance would that be?"
"Well, I think I have to taste that before you fill those doughnuts, just to make sure it's sweet enough."
"Killian, I use the same recipe and make it the same way every day. I don't think a taste-testing is neccessary."
"I'd have to disagree with you there, love." Killian reached into the bowl with his finger and brought to his lips, sucking the cream off.
"Killian! I'm going to have to remake that, now!" Emma huffed as she nudged his stomach with her elbow.
"Ooof," he grabbed his stomach, pretending that she actually hurt him. "Relax, love, my hands are clean."
Emma sighed as she put the bowl aside and turned around, both irritation and amususement in her eyes. "You have to leave so I can get my work done."
"Sorry, love, but I have work to do to too." He leaned in and put his arms around her, ghosting his lips over her neck. "And it involves you."
"And what work would that be? Keeping we from my job?" she breathed as she tried not to focus on his attempts on making her melt. It was definitely not working.
All of a sudden, he lifted her up to the counter in one smooth motion and parted her legs as he stood in between them.
"Killian, I really have to-" she was interrupted when his lips went to her neck and his hands went to her back, gliding across her fabric. He tugged on the strings of her apron as he placed seductive kisses on her neck.
She tilted hear head back, no longer having the will power to stop him as his teeth lightly bite into her skin. Damn bastard.
Killian grinned against her when her whole body stiffened at his touch. "What was that you were saying, lass?" When the strings were loosened, he pulled off her apron, letting it fall to the floor and starting nipping her jawline as he pulled the thin strap of her tank top and bra down. Emma closed her eyes, no longer able to speak as he tugged her shirt down, releasing her pert breasts that have plagued his dreams since the moment he first laid eyes on them.
Emma could feel her stomach clench, her core aching as heat seemed to rush through her body. She rested her hands on the counter to hold herself up as he lifted his mouth from her jaw and lowered his head to press kisses against her chest until he reached the soft flesh of her breast, sucking and biting there.
She moaned as he reached behind her and put his hand back into the cream mixture, coating his fingers in it, Emma completely unaware. "You know, Emma, this cream filling is really quite good..." he paused to kiss the valley of her breasts as she waited in agonizing anticipation. "...but it would be better on something other than one of your doughnuts.
Emma's breathing was shallow and could barely utter words, but somehow magaged. "And what would that be?"
Killian grinned mischeviously as he took one of her stiffened nipples between his teeth and licked it with the flat of his tongue. He swirled his tongue around the peak, sucking hard as she moaned, lifting a hand to thread her fingers through his hair.
"Oh god..." Emma gripped his dark locks tightly as he lifted his fingers, replacing his lips and tongue with the cream. He circled his thumb around her pebble, coating it as she quivered underneath his touch. She couldn't even pretend to care at this point that he had ruined her mixture.
He darted his tongue out and licked the white, sugary concoction off of her before he took her breast in his mouth. He suckled on it hard as she moaned breathlessly.
"Mmmmm. I was right, it tastes much better." He licked the last of it off the nipple before he released her. "I think I should try it on different areas as well," he breathed, looking at her face as she whimpered, arching her body into his mouth as he was still sucking and biting at her breast. He released her and tugged her shirt up as she lifted her arms to allow him pull it off. He beckoned her to lay back across the counter and his fingers slipped under her waistband, pulling off her panties, jeans and shoes, leaving her naked before him. He reached into the bowl again, covering his fingers in another layer of cream. Transferring it to her belly, he trailed it across her skin, following it with his tongue. He swirled his finger around her belly button and sank his tongue inside, cleaning up every last remnant of the evidence. Emma was in a lustful haze, her clit on fire as it ached for him.
"Killian... I need you..."
"I'm not quite finished, love. There's still one more area I'd like to explore." Emma sucked in a breath as his hand slid down over her stomach, then along her thighs, spreading them wider apart and lifting them until her knees were in the air. His fingers reached for her clit, sliding over her slippery center as she waited in agonizing anticipation.
He growled as he tried to contain himself. "God your soaked for me." He lifted his finger to his lips and and sucked off her essence. "So bloody good." He knelt down, lowering his lips until they almost touched her sensitive flesh. He let out a hot breath, making her wince. He pressed kisses to the outside of her clit in a deliberately teasing fashion. Emma bit her lip, needing his tongue on her desperately and thrusted her hips to let him know.
"Now that I got your full and undivided attention..." He said with a sly grin and reached for the cream again, making sure to get a generous amount on his fingers before starting to coat her opening with it.
She sucked in a breath as she realized what he was doing and she lifted her head, opening her eyes to look at him. His sparkling blues, full of lust and want, peirced into hers as he licked his lips. "Just relax, Swan."
She complied and rested her head back down on the solid surface of the steel countertop. His face went in between her parted thighs again and he teasingly circled his tongue around her folds, tasting the cream on his tongue and slowly sank into her warm flesh. The tang of her juices and sweetness of the sugar was almost overwhelming to his senses as he started lapping at her folds and sucking the cream off of her.
"Fuck, Killian..." she cried out, her voice ragged as her hands clutched tightly onto the back of his head as his warm tongue slid across her aching flesh fierce and rapid. He hummed against her as she bucked her hips, desperate for him to go deeper inside of her. He pushed his tongue hard inside of her, swirling it deliciously around her as he added his finger into her soaked heat. Her body was writhing as he flicked her clit and pushed his finger in and out of her in perfect rhythm.
Her orgasm crashed over her so quickly, she screamed out his name, her vision blurry and her whole body tightening as her orgasm reached her toes. She relaxed under his hands as she came down from her high and when she looked up, he was grinning smugly at her.
"I hate you," she breathed and dropped her head back down.
His grin became even wider, if possible. "Oh, I don't think you do, love." His scruff was glistening with her arousal as he licked his lips and came back up and kissed her lips. She could taste herself on him as she found his tongue, eliciting a groan from him. He was still hard as a rock and his pants were uncomfortably tight. His hands quickly went to his zipper releasing himself as she still laid on the counter, trying to get her breathing to slow down. He pulled his pants and boxers down along with his shoes and unbuttoned his shirt until he was free from his clothes.
Taking his hard length in his hand, he gently stoked himself as his dark eyes glazed over her slim, naked figure. She was too much in a daze to notice as he approached her until he let out a stifled groan. She snapped out of her trance and looked over to see his thick cock staring at her, begging to be inside of her. She couldn't stop her teeth from biting her lip and he took it as an invitation. He lifted himself up to the counter, and they scooted back to give him more room, knocking over the bowl of cream. His body leaning over her as he parted her legs again and nudged her entrance for permission.
Her hands went to his back, urging him to take her and he easily slid inside of her, stretching and dragging along her tight walls. He set a slow pace, until he had every inch of her core. Pushing in harder, he smashed his lips into hers as he moved in quicker strides. The counter starting shaking as he rocked into her hard, without mercy, knocking the blowl of icing, eggs and flour onto the floor.
And that's how there's a huge mess now coating part of the tiled floor.
"Oh god..."
Killian thrusts hard and fast into her until everything goes white as she reaches her climax, sending him over the edge as well. He spills his seed inside of her as their movements seize, leaving them both panting sporadically.
He kisses her brow and rests his head on her chest as they catch their breath.
"Great, now I'm all sticky," she whines as she threads her fingers through his hair.
He lifts his head up and gives her a sultry grin. "I'll just have to clean you up then." He sweetly presses kisses to her cheek before getting off the counter, taking her hand to help her off as well.
"And you're going to help me clean this mess up," she laughs weakly as she looks to the floor at the flour coated in egg and the bowl of cream tipped over.
He grabs a clean rag from the shelf above the sink and turns on the faucet, drenching the towel. He wrings it out and approaches Emma, working the wet cloth over her sticky skin. "Don't worry about it, love. I'll take care of it myself."
"Well, you better get to work then. I'm already behind as it is, thanks to you," she teases as he wipes the towel over her stomach and then her breasts, making sure to do a thorough cleanse as he gropes and squeezes them through the rag, earning him an eye roll.
"These lovely breasts of yours are especially dirty and in need of cleaning," he smirks.
"Ah huh." She shoots him a sarcastic grin.
After he's finished, he discards the rag and returns to her. She wraps her arms around him, pressing her body to his for warmth and meets his lips with hers.
"Love, you're not making it easy to get any work done."
She scoffs. "Says the guy who interrupted me from doing my job."
"You love being interrupted," he smiles, pressing his forehead to hers.
"Mmhmmm. I do love what you do to me." She swallows hard at her words because it's far too close to what she actually wants to say. She can't believe after such a short period of time, she loved this man, but she does. She can't tell him that though.
Killian stares into her eyes, as if he can read her thoughts. They don't say the words out loud but there's an unspoken exchange of they want to say. He kisses her forehead and as he holds her close, he can feel the goosebumps on her skin. "I'm usually not one to tell you to put clothes on, love, but you should get dressed. You're shivering." She laughs weakly and bends down to pick up her clothes that were tossed aside. They both get dressed and he sweeps and mops the floor up while she sanitizes the counter. She will never be able to look at it again without thinking about what they just did on it.
Before he leaves, he comes up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and rests his chin on her shoulder. "Let me make you dinner on Saturday."
She stops what she's doing and turns around to look at him, arching a brow. "You can cook?'
"Aye. My brother taught me when we growing up. We made our own meals after our parents were gone."
Emma wraps her arms around the back of his neck as her features fall. "I'm sorry you had to go through that."
"Thank you... but it's all in the past. I have everything I need right in front of me, now. Well, except for my brother. But don't tell him that. He'd let it go to his head," he smiles.
Emma laughs as she presses her forehead to his. "Okay, you can make me dinner. On one condition."
"Anything." He grabs her hands, entwining their fingers together and brings her knuckles to his lips.
"You let me make desert. Or better yet, we both make desert together."
"Love, you know I'd be happy to make desert with you anytime," he quips as he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.
Emma playfully rolls her eyes. "That's not what I meant."
"I don't know what your talking about, I was actually talking about desert," he smirks as he toys with her fingers.
"Right," she says sarcastically. "Okay, then it's settled. Now, I really have to kick you out."
"You've been saying that a lot lately, but you never do."
"Well, usually it's when we're in bed together and I'm too tired after all of our amazing sex to even move or argue."
He lifts a brow, holding a smug grin. "So, you're saying if we go a few more rounds, you'll be too tired to kick me out."
Emma doesn't say anything to that, she just flashes him a sarcastic smile and puts one hand on her hip, the other pointing towards the door. "Out," she laughs, "Before I actually kick you in your rear-end."
He pulls her hand from her hip and brings her to him, pressing her body tight against his, wrapping his arms around her. "You wouldn't."
She grabs the collar of his uniform and leans in, her lips ghosting over his. "Oh, I would. I'd kick that cute bottom of yours right out the door."
"Mmm. I'll tell you what I'd like to do to your bottom."
Emma arches a brow. "And what's that?"
Killian's lips reach her ear, growling into it. "Bend it over the counter."
Emma gasps a moan. His words make her shutter and so help her, she wants him again. "Okay, you really have to leave now because I'm not going to be to finish in time if you stay any longer." She pulls away from him and opens the door, gesturing him through. "Out."
Killian saunters to the door with an "As you wish," before he turns and kisses her lips "Bye, love."
Emma smiles as she says goodbye and watches him walk out the door.