He touches my shoulder and I jump, letting out a horrific scream, my mind unfocused as my eyes look out the panoramic windows. He laughs thinking he’s been funny, I playfully hit him in the shoulder. 

“Oh stop I didn’t scare you.”

He startled me, but not really, it’s just he and I. I shake my head and turn towards the kitchen, my stomach growling. Nothing looks appealing, yet everything looks amazing. 

I grab the peanut butter, unlock the jar and dip my fingers in, licking the globs as I dig and dip. So good. He comes up, removing my fingers from the jar and licking each one, salivating. My fingers look so much better with his mouth wrapped around them, and his tongue is driving me crazy, my cunt gripping and throbbing. There’s a little bit of peanut butter mocking me from his lips, how I wonder how it tastes. I lean up licking his face. He turns biting my lip. 

I. moan. Deeply. Inaudible. Insatiably. 

He puts the jar down, wiping a smidgen on my lip, and then inhaling my kiss. He’s hard, I’m wet. Our eyes radiating our desires. He dances us back to the carpet, lays me on the ground, removing the feeble layers of my clothing. Kissing each inch of me. I part my legs needing him. He follows my movements and enters me. I’m gasping at each of his thrusts, arching my neck and head as my nipples find his mouth. 

We kiss and the taste of peanut butter mixes in us, the sweetness only sweeter because of his tongue. 

I reveal in the shiny glimmer of lust reflecting in his eyes. Cumming with fever and rushing my juices all over him. He pulls out, leaning down to taste me, as always my jealousy fuels my emotions and I cum once more in his mouth as I beg him to feed my flavor back to me. 

He grabs my ass, flips me over and lays solid on my back, reaching down with his mouth and kissing my hungry lips. I gasp as he stretches me without warning, parting the mounds of my ass as he fucks me. 

“Ready.” He asks, and I nod into his kiss. 

He pulls out, my thighs coated with us, and I lay there catching my breath. Then it dawns on me… 

“Desert! You, me, and that bottle of whipped cream.”

“Sweet girl, that ain’t desert. That’s my mid day snack. Rest up.”

Oh dear God.. yes.