"Youre making a mess! Stop!" I shriek as Gary persists to fling the extra flour off the work surface and up into the air.
"Dont care!" He grins like a school boy.
"Well i do!" I lunge across the kitchen towards him, grasping his wide wrists in my hands and trying desperately, but failing easily, to still them against his strength.
"Im the one thats got to clean it up!"
"Dont care!" Gary beams again, grinning down at me and ruffling yet another fistful of flour into my hair.
"Gary! Stop it!" I squeal again, ducking away from him and reaching over for the bowl of chocolate icing. Whipping out the tablespoon, i smear a large dollop across Garys left cheek. His eyebrows shoots up in response, making me giggle as his tongue bobs out the corner of his mouth, attempting to lick away as much icing as he can reach. My legs weaken slightly at the sight.
"Its still there!" I laugh, but Garys hand moves like the flash of light, taking me totally by surprise as he whips the spoon from my grip and before i know it, i feel the cold, sweet goo against my lips. Now its my turn to raise my eyebrows. "Oh very mature Barlow."
"I know." Comes the response, as he tosses the spoon back onto the counter top. I watch casually as his hands snake around my waist, his fingers locking at the base of my spine, forcing our bodies closer together. I feel my breathing quicken.
"You look good like this.." He exhales, i can feel his breath against my cheek and i chuckle at his words.
"What? Covered in chocolate icing and flour?"
"Mm-h." He grins his ever present lop-sided grin. "You know why?.."
"Why?..." I breathe, already anticipating a likley answer.
"Because it means i get to do this..." Gently, Gary glides his left hand up along my back, tangling it into my flour knotted hair. I keep my gaze fixed on him, watching his lower lip fall away from the upper ever so slightly as he moves his dead slowly down to meet mine.
An automatic groan slips from my mouth as i feel Garys warm lips meet mine. He kisses me scarcley to begin with, removing the chocolate icing and grinning against my mouth. I smile back into the kiss. Skimming my hands upwards, i find them landing on Garys biceps, my fingers curling around the rigid block of muscle while he deepens the kiss, kissing me harder this time. Garys tongues probes greedily at my lips, his mouth convering my hungrily as he pulls me into him. But despite all of that, his lips are still soft, soft and warm against my own and i moan quietly as the burning desire pools in my stomach.
As if reading my mind, Garys hands somehow find my bum. He squeezes gently, making me smile as he turns us round. Now im leaning mercilessly agianst the counter. Trapped between Garys solid hips and the worksurfaces. When Gary pulls away, were both breathless.
"You, you are so hot." He practically wheezes, but the lopsided smirk is obvious while he proceeds to pull down the straps of my pyjama camisole. "Now, get this off."
"Bossy." I pant, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, but following Garys instructions at the same time and wrestling myself out of my camilsole. I dont wait for him to ask me to remove the shorts, and eagerly kick them off, onto the kitchen floor, along with my underwear. I sit there for a while, crossing my skins and gazing at Gary with a kind of, well-what-are-you-waiting-for kind of smile.
But he seems to gawk at me in sheer amazement for a while, his jaw almost on the floor and his eyes as wide as anything ive ever seem. Suddenly, however, he snaps out of his daze, shaking his head ever so slightly and tearing off his t-shirt faster than the speed of light, before turning his attention to his shorts, which he yanks down, releasing his now fully hard length, and stepping into me.
"Dont care!" He grins like a school boy.
"Well i do!" I lunge across the kitchen towards him, grasping his wide wrists in my hands and trying desperately, but failing easily, to still them against his strength.
"Im the one thats got to clean it up!"
"Dont care!" Gary beams again, grinning down at me and ruffling yet another fistful of flour into my hair.
"Gary! Stop it!" I squeal again, ducking away from him and reaching over for the bowl of chocolate icing. Whipping out the tablespoon, i smear a large dollop across Garys left cheek. His eyebrows shoots up in response, making me giggle as his tongue bobs out the corner of his mouth, attempting to lick away as much icing as he can reach. My legs weaken slightly at the sight.
"Its still there!" I laugh, but Garys hand moves like the flash of light, taking me totally by surprise as he whips the spoon from my grip and before i know it, i feel the cold, sweet goo against my lips. Now its my turn to raise my eyebrows. "Oh very mature Barlow."
"I know." Comes the response, as he tosses the spoon back onto the counter top. I watch casually as his hands snake around my waist, his fingers locking at the base of my spine, forcing our bodies closer together. I feel my breathing quicken.
"You look good like this.." He exhales, i can feel his breath against my cheek and i chuckle at his words.
"What? Covered in chocolate icing and flour?"
"Mm-h." He grins his ever present lop-sided grin. "You know why?.."
"Why?..." I breathe, already anticipating a likley answer.
"Because it means i get to do this..." Gently, Gary glides his left hand up along my back, tangling it into my flour knotted hair. I keep my gaze fixed on him, watching his lower lip fall away from the upper ever so slightly as he moves his dead slowly down to meet mine.
An automatic groan slips from my mouth as i feel Garys warm lips meet mine. He kisses me scarcley to begin with, removing the chocolate icing and grinning against my mouth. I smile back into the kiss. Skimming my hands upwards, i find them landing on Garys biceps, my fingers curling around the rigid block of muscle while he deepens the kiss, kissing me harder this time. Garys tongues probes greedily at my lips, his mouth convering my hungrily as he pulls me into him. But despite all of that, his lips are still soft, soft and warm against my own and i moan quietly as the burning desire pools in my stomach.
As if reading my mind, Garys hands somehow find my bum. He squeezes gently, making me smile as he turns us round. Now im leaning mercilessly agianst the counter. Trapped between Garys solid hips and the worksurfaces. When Gary pulls away, were both breathless.
"You, you are so hot." He practically wheezes, but the lopsided smirk is obvious while he proceeds to pull down the straps of my pyjama camisole. "Now, get this off."
"Bossy." I pant, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, but following Garys instructions at the same time and wrestling myself out of my camilsole. I dont wait for him to ask me to remove the shorts, and eagerly kick them off, onto the kitchen floor, along with my underwear. I sit there for a while, crossing my skins and gazing at Gary with a kind of, well-what-are-you-waiting-for kind of smile.
But he seems to gawk at me in sheer amazement for a while, his jaw almost on the floor and his eyes as wide as anything ive ever seem. Suddenly, however, he snaps out of his daze, shaking his head ever so slightly and tearing off his t-shirt faster than the speed of light, before turning his attention to his shorts, which he yanks down, releasing his now fully hard length, and stepping into me.
Gary's firm hold finds my knees as he jerks my legs further apart without any particular tact or care. I whimper unintentionally at the sight of his hard on, standing tall between his legs, but I don't have much time to think as I feel his teeth sink into my neck, biting down hard and making me help, before soothing over the burn with a lap of his tongue.
"Gary.." I moan quietly, curling my arms around his biceps and pulling him further towards me. I moan again at the feeling of his tip, resting against my entrance.
"Mhh." Comes the grumbled response. "Come to me, you."
Smiling slyly against my neck, Gary doesn't say another word as he bucks his hips, filling me with his erection and extracting a straggled cry as I throw my head back, exposing more of my bare neck to Gary's hungry jaws. His lips run up the length of my burning flesh, up along my neck planting hot, wet, desperate kisses, all the way up to my lips which he claims with his own. I groan loudly as he begins to move his hips between my legs. Gary's hands drop from my waist to my thighs with force, and I wince as the disingued sound of a slap wrings through the kitchen.
"Sorry." Comes the apology mumbles against my mouth, but I ignore it totally, already too wrapped up in the pleasure that Gary is inflicting upon my body. Rolling and twisting his hips and I move and slide to to meet them, Gary's fingertips press so firmly into my thighs im idly worried that they'll bruise.
"Gary." I moan again when he begins to move faster, panting and grunting against my neck as his hands eventually move around to my lower back, pulling me as far onto his length as is possible.
"Fuck Libby, fuck." He pants loudly and I feel a bead of sweat roll down his temple. Throwing my head back, I moan again as I feel my body beginning to tense.
"Come on baby.." Gary grunts, thrusting harder and faster so I can tell he's close. "Come on."
But Gary hasn't even finished his sentence when my body donates around him, convulsing and bowing to the increasing waves of intense pleasure. I scream loudly, tossing my head backwards and locking my finger at the nape of Gary's neck as he lets out a long, satisfied moan before allowing himself to release.
"Shit... Shit! Libby!" He hisses again as he pours his warmth inside of me, still thrusting as we claw at each others flesh until we eventually collaps over one another, out of breathe and sweating.
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