One, a small amount of batter spreads across the hot pan, playing with bubbles.
Two, and a silver spatula skilfully lifts the browned pancake to flip it over.
Three, and the appetizing pancake silently flops onto the humble pile of its brethren.
A fragrant smoke wafts from the food, and a half-naked woman in a beige man's shirt squints softly like a cat at the stove. To quench THEIR wild hunger, it must be done all over again. Now she has enough free time, no one will call her, no one will call her anywhere, and no one will demand anything. But no, why no one? Because now she has Him, and all her efforts are for Him and Him alone! This is what her heart tells her, and a happy, soft smile lights up her beautiful face. Thinking, she lowers her head slightly, and her well-defined lips, quietly moving, repeat inaudibly:
"I am happy! I am very, very happy!"
The heart caressing words are aptly accompanied by the vivid, unforgettable memories of the night. Tilting her head, she spreads a curly veil of auburn hair over her shoulders, lashes fluttering peacefully. How great it is, after all, to be together, always and everywhere!
"Shh!"
The golden pancake turns dark brown and unsightly, pulling in an acrid, rancid smoke. Scolding herself, the woman moves the pan to the next burner and shakes her head unhappily.
"Shit! Spoiled it!"
And the beauty mercilessly dumps the "loser" into the empty dish. No need to spoil the opinion of her culinary abilities, which are worth something else to back them up. How about some more pancakes?
Stirring the batter in the pot, she looks ahead, but sees not a glowing metal disk, but HIS unforgettable image. A fixed, burning gaze and a sensitive, caring touch that makes her heart ache and beat frantically. Her body shuddered familiarly, as if they had just been intimate, the once new and now almost familiar was born in her soul.
Her body echoes the dream, the heat between her thighs is palpably hot. The heat rises steadily higher, shifting attention. Gently nibbling her lip, the woman gently strokes herself. Slightly swollen lips from kisses, a thin, graceful neck with hickey marks, sensitive breasts and the silky surface of her thighs. He touched her softly, whispering something in her ear, caressing her with gentle, searching fingers. Thinking, the beauty slowly lowered her hand and suddenly wrinkled.
"Ow!"
A drop of red-hot oil burns the dainty wrist, and the woman blows on her hand with all her might, gently stroking the sore spot with the tip of her tongue. Involuntarily she sniffs.
"Ow!"
The cuff of his shirt exudes a strong scent of cologne. Clingy and arousing and pleasant, his perfume has always driven her crazy, causing her to look away and clench her teeth.
With a soft movement, she brings her wrist to her face, puts her hand to her cheek. Crumpled and unexpressive, the dark silk reminds her of a man devoted to her forever. Shuddering finely, she breathes a little more often, gently stroking her chest. There is only one button left, and the rest are scattered across the expanse of his loft.
- Ah!" the beauty sighs loudly and drops her spatula in surprise: her man has crept up so stealthily that he catches her off guard. His warm, soft hands rest on her flat belly and pull her to him. She can feel how tight his boxers are. I wonder when he had time to wake up.
- I've been watching you for a while," he reads aloud her thoughts, "so I'm always ready.
- Oh, Mr. Castle," Beckett gently bites his lower lip, "because of your excessive ego, even the Statue of Liberty is no longer visible. What should we do then?
- It has never bothered me. Nor does it hinder me now, always and everywhere to be with you.
Hot and agitated, Rick breathed into my neat ear, one palm gently kneading the triangle of brown hair below my belly, the other playfully nibbling my sensitive breasts.
A languid sigh is heard. Kate expectantly closes her eyelashes and submissively bends the fold of her neck to his lips. Hot and wet, they lay an invisible burning trail on her skin. It doesn't take long for the passion to continue.
Kate is already in anticipation of lovemaking. It's both a lot and a little. A lot, because she needs it all at once. Little, because they had just begun to be IMPORTANT. We need to do this again right away! Arching her back, Kate invitingly slides her ass over her aroused flesh.
- I missed you! - Rick whispers sincerely, and his palms tease harder and harder. There's no more strength to wait, and she barely has time to turn off the stove. Her body burns, her breathing is labored, her heart is pounding in her chest, cutting off her consciousness, but a wary thought flashes through her mind:
"Just don't let Martha come back!"
Rick, however, is already inside and holds his beloved tightly by the hips. His pressure is unstoppable, strong and skillful, she gives herself with all genuine passion, spurring her desire with loud cries. His passion is all love. He won't ask later if she loves him, because he knows she won't say. Sometimes words are unnecessary, and that's another of their secrets.
They are undividedly infatuated with each other, and the peak comes in time, without any surprises. Hot and horny, they breathe often and often, but he does not think of letting her go, only whispers heartily:
- Extraordinary Kate! - And she smiles understandingly. She feels good and easy at the same time. It's good because it's really good, and it's easy because she doesn't have to hide from each other anymore. She hasn't had such a great morning in a long time! Yesterday she was on the verge of death, and today she has changed a little, and continues to live. For him. For herself. For them.
Kate really wants to see him, and with a light heart, Rick loosens his friendly embrace. Chances are, she's not going anywhere from him anymore. Looking for an answer, he gazes into her shining clear green eyes; she takes his face in her palms and smacks the tip of his nose in a friendly way. Hot and sweaty, he looks incredibly touching. The memories of their first night will last a lifetime.
- Will you finish what you started? - Kate wiggles her right eyebrow questioningly. - I'm going to take a shower, then!
- Always! - Rick smiles understandingly, but rounds his eyes pleadingly. - Can I take the shirt off your shoulders? It was so dark at night!
Rolling her eyes laughingly, Kate presses her finger to his lips and leisurely walks away without turning around. Rick accompanies her with a long, amorous look, sighs happily, and picks up his robe, tossed on one of the chairs. Martha is about to appear.