Minor Cooking Accident
You hum a tune to yourself as you glide across the kitchen floor, dressed only in one of Marc's shirts and your underwear, careful not to make too much noise. Marc is still asleep, and on any other day you'd be happy to cuddle with him until he wakes up, but today is your one year anniversary so you want to surprise him with breakfast in bed.
You hear the quick tapping of bare feet, followed by a pair of muscular arms wrapping around your stomach and pulling you back into an equally muscular chest.
"You're up a little early. Good morning Marc." You look at him for a moment, taking in his still slightly sleepy face as he leans his chin on your shoulder.
"Why weren't you in bed?" His voice was still rough with sleep, which combined with the fact that he currently had an erection, made your mind wonder to places other than food.
You gulp, trying to calm down before you burn down the kitchen, "I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed. Thought it'd be a good way to start the day no?"
Marc hummed, briefly eyeing the said breakfast, "It is the most important meal of the day." He pulled your shirt down your shoulder kissed your skin, his tongue very briefly licking a hickey he left the night before. A shiver runs down your spine, a smile presses against your skin, Marc knowing full well the effect he has on you. When he pulls away you almost find yourself asking him to come back, "Melted chocolate?" There's a pause before you hear a an exaggerated, wet pop, "Delicious."
"T-Thank you, Marc, but it's just melted chocolate. Nothing special." You blush despite that. Marc finds a way to make you happy about the simplest of things.
"You made it for me. So I have to disagree." His voice is closer again, the heat of his body back behind you, "Here, try some." You don't even have time to turn around before two chocolate covered fingers push into your mouth. You yelp in surprise for a moment before the taste of chocolate hits your tongue and your lips close around Marc's fingers.
Marc chuckles behind you, his hips pinning you against the edge of the stove, the outline of his cock clearly defined in his pants and rubbing up against you.
"See? Didn't I say it was good?" He pulls his fingers out half-way before plunging them back in. He does this again and again stifling your moans just as they leave your mouth. "You know, I was in a mood for breakfast as well. But my food just got up and left. A bit rude don't you think?" His hips jolt into yours as he whispers in your ear, his voice low and dangerous, a wave of pleasure already pooling below.
He wastes no time showing his hand into your underwear, his fingers rolling over the little bundle of nerves, making you moan louder, his bucking back into his for as much as his body would allow.
His lips find the same hickey from list night, sucking and licking at the still bruised skin.
"Well?" His fingers leave your mouth, sliding down your side, his fingers still working on your clit.
"It-It's good." Your breath hitches as you barely get the words out past your moans. You hear his slide his boxers down, hear him sigh in relief at his cock spring free. "We can't. I'm still... fuck... making food." You try to sound firm but it falls flat against your whimpers, your hips bucking against Marc's cock and fingers.
"I can make it quick." He can. You know he can make it quick and make it good. You bite your lower lip, your head already swimming with lust and pleasure as you feel his bare cock sliding against your ass. You nod.
As soon as you do so you're pulled back by him, guided to the kitchen table and pushing you down on your back with a little thud. It doesn't hurt but Marc isn't exactly being gentle either.
He kicked his boxers to the side and positioned himself between your thighs in quick motions, his hands running up your thighs, his touch making your skin burn with need. He eyed your panties, hands shaking, fighting the urge to tear them apart. But he didn't, you knew how much he liked this particular pair. Instead he carefully, almost too carefully, slid then down your legs, letting them fall beside his feet.
His eyes darkened as he looked at your glistening folds. You watch as his tongue darts out to wet his lips, hungry for you. Marc always loved going down on you, but he promised to make this quick, and Marc going down on you is never quick. You spread your legs wider for him and his eyes darken even more, now clouded completely with lust.
One finger runs from your entrance, gathering the wetness there, and to your clit, pressing slow, deliberate circles around it.
"You're so wet for me babe." He takes his cock in his hand, running it up and down quickly, a drop of pre-cum gathering at the tip, "Love seeing you like this. You have no idea." He smirks at you, inching closer and closer until you feel the tip of his cock at your entrance.
"Oh I think I have some idea." You quip back, smiling briefly before your mouth falls open in a strained moan at the feeling of Marc's cock sliding in. He went slow but didn't stop until he completely bottomed out, his body shaking along with yours. His with the need to move but forcing himself to be still, and your with the feeling of your cunt being completely filled by the length of his cock.
Your hands gripped the edge of the table, you needed to hold onto something but you didn't want to limit Marc's movements. You squeeze your walls around him and nod, letting him know it's ok to move now. Marc cocks his head to the side for a moment, as if pondering if he should do it or not.
Oh how he loved to tease you, leaving you needy and wet and begging for him. He smirked when you let out a whimper, your hips rolling up and back into his cock. "Marc..." You intended it to be a warning but it came out as a needy, desperate plea.
He chuckled, "Don't worry love. I'm gonna take good care of you today. All day." He pulled back until only the tip of his cock was left inside, your cunt already missing the wonderful stretch of his cock, but luckily not for long as he slid right back in, slowly at first, then a little faster, and faster, rougher, harder every time.
Marc's hands gripped your hips, his thumbs smoothing over your hips bones, a contrast of the grip he currently had on you. You were sure he was gonna leave marks there. Not that you mind, you never mind when he marks you.
"I'm gonna do this all day, you hear. Gonna fuck you nice and deep babe." He bottomed out at every thrust, "Until you can't stand anymore. And I'm still gonna fuck you. Pin you... fuck... to the bed, the wall... shit you're so tight... have my way with you... give you my cock over and over... fill you up..."
"Fuck... please do..." The thought of having his cock inside you all day, of Marc pleasuring you over and over, hearing him, feeling him, tasting him, it sends your mind into overdrive. "More... Marc... you feel so fucking good... please..."
"Good girl. That's what I like to hear. Telling me... how good I'm fucking you." You can't hold back your moans anymore, the sound filling the room, along with the slick and slapping sound of Marc pounding his cock into you.
His hand moved back to your pussy, his thumb finding your clit, pressing and circling in tandem with his thrusts. You let out a high pitched whimper, walls tightening around him.
"Not yet love. Not yet. Wait for me." You bite your bottom lip, your walls clenching tighter around him, "Fuck." Marc grunts, doubling his efforts both with his thrusts and on your clit, his dick already pulsing and hot with need, "I'm gonna fill you up sweetheart. You ready? You want it?" You nod eagerly, "Let's do it together. Come around my cock." His voice is gruff and commanding.
And you unable to refuse do just as he says. You feel your orgasm hit hard, mind going blank, only aware of your pleasure, Marc, his cock and his warm seed spilling inside you as your walls flutter around him. Marc moans your name over and over, his movements turning slightly sluggish as he fucks his cum into you, telling you how good you feel, telling you to take it all.
As both your orgasms begin to fade Marc almost collapses on top of you, holding himself up with shaky arms and breathing in deep.
Your breathing slowly evens out, eyes finally opening and looking at him. His hair sticks to his forehead, a layer of sweat on his body, giving his muscles a shine. He dips his head down, capturing your lips in a brief kiss before he starts to pull out. Both of you hiss once his cock slips out, followed by the drip of your combined orgasms.
You lean on your elbows, eyes traveling down to his still hard cock, now wet with his and your cum combined. You almost want to lick it all up. But there's a voice at the back of your head, telling you that you're forgetting something. You smell it before you remember, and so does Marc.
"Pancakes! Shit!" You try to stand up but you fall forward, Marc catching you as you struggle to get your bearings on your wobbly legs.
"I got it." Marc leans you back on the table and goes to turn the stove off, "But these are burned." He says nonchalantly and shrugs. "Ups."
He smirks as he looks back at you, your arms now crossed over your chest, making your nipples peak through his shirt. Marc's eyes glaze over again. "Marc! No! We need to eat." Then his eyes travel lower, to your pussy, still wet and looking so inviting. You make a grumbling sound and narrow your eyes at him, but can't help the blush that spreads across your face or the way your pussy throbs with a renewed need for his cock. "Food first."
"Fine." Marc rolls his eyes and walks over to you. He cups your cheeks with rough, but gentle hands and kisses you, "We can make the pancakes together this time, ok?" He smiles at you, eyes shining.
You smile back, "Ok. I can't stay mad at you for long anyway." You lean in for another kiss. "Let's make breakfast then."
"Then time for dessert?" His eyes lower again. "Pretty please?"
"And I'm the needy one." You chuckle as you lead him back to the stove getting started on another batch of pancakes.
