Jewel
09-11-2008, 11:27 AM
Hot Cinnamon Buns and Coffee
By: Sienna Conroy (http://www.oystersandchocolate.com/Authors/832/SiennaConroy.aspx)
Jake woke to something hot and moist coaxing his cock to attention, and to something else equally stirring, the aroma of fresh baked cinnamon buns filling air. He breathed in the scent of the warm bread layered with a hint of coffee. Moaning his pleasure at the sensation generating from his loins, he cracked an eye open. He saw Miriam's head bobbing as she engulfed his stiffening shaft, her honey gold hair curtaining his hips.
Growling, Jake took a handful of her luscious mane and held her head in place. "That feels so incredible," he murmured, feeling her tongue glide over his penis as it expanded in her mouth. His stomach rumbled as the cinnamon buns continued to tantalize him. "Christ. . . " he muttered, moving his hips.
The combination of her sweet mouth sucking him and the tempting cinnamon buns was too much. Jake came as Miriam milked him, splashing his semen down her throat. She cupped his balls in gentle palms, keeping him hard as she slid her lips up and down his cock. Jake arched his body as her tongue teased along his length.She finished with a tender kiss on the mushroom head of his cock. She erected herself and stared down at him, admiring her handy work.
"Come here," Jake whispered, gripping her arms as he dragged her along his prone body.
Miriam held him off, saying, "Not until you've eaten. The buns are getting cold."
Jake's dark blue eyes slanted as his calloused hands slid along her smooth, round ass beneath his work shirt that she liked wearing. "They feel hot to me." He drew her closer and kissed her deep with long explorations of his tongue. Her tongue tasted of sex and cinnamon and this caused his penis to quiver. "You've been sampling them already."
The deepness of his voice caused her breath to catch and her nipples rubbed against the fabric of the shirt she wore. Jake massaged them through the material, bringing them to hard points. "Among other things," she sighed.
Jake sat up, bringing her with him. The aroma of her musk mingled with the cinnamon and coffee scents permeated the air surrounding them. He reached down to cover her hot, tender flesh with his palm. He wasn't surprised to find her snatch wet for him. "Just as I thought," he whispered hotly.
"What did you think?" Miriam's question was thick as her tongue tripped over the words.
"You came for me, I can smell your sweet release." He cupped her chin and lowered his mouth to hers once more. Miriam gave in to him, unable to ignore his demanding lips. Everything about this man aroused her, even the sound his stomach continued making as he took her deep into the kiss. She squirmed in his embrace and sat up, extracting herself from his hold.
Jake heaved a great sigh and watched her pour him coffee from a French press. He took it when she offered it to him and sipped the steaming black brew. It burned its way into his awareness but did nothing to ease his raging hard on. He was loaded, and for the moment, had nowhere to spend it.
"They're best eaten while still hot, darling." Miriam said as she proffered him a gooey cinnamon bun. Jake moved to bite it; she pulled it away, slowly luring him. She bit into it, never taking her eyes off of him.
Jake stared, his gaze glued to her mouth as she sank her teeth into the pastry. Her tongue came out to play along her lower lip as she licked it clean of the sugary glaze. Jake sipped his coffee deliberately, scrutinizing her. He put the mug beside the tray on the table next to the bed.
Miriam straddled him then, offering him the bun once more. This time, Jake grabbed her small wrist and held her hand still while he took a healthy bite, consuming most of what remained. He nibbled at the rest until it was gone and proceeded to lick her fingers, sucking each into his mouth one at a time.
She was held captive as she watched his full lips feast on her fingers and she felt her pussy twinge. Jake moved his hands to her small waist and lifted her onto his rigid penis, impaling her. The grunt he forced from her shot back through him as he pierced her molten womb. He stared into her gray eyes, feeling her sweet fire rain down over his stiff shaft.
"Jake." She whimpered as her inner muscles gripped him and quivered around him. He bit back a curse, stripping her of the shirt she wore and he cupped her breasts. Her large nipples grazed the center of his hands.
Miriam watched as he released one and reached for another cinnamon bun. He used the bun to gently smear sugar glaze on each of her sensitive nipples. She waited for his lips to follow but instead he held the bun out to her, tempting her to take a bite.
She shook her head, "After you."
Jake glanced down at cinnamon bun and then back at her. "Together?" His query was soft with a deep hoarseness.
She could only nod, speechless as she felt his cock reach to her depths, touching her very center.
He ran the pastry across her lower lip, leaving a trail of the sticky glaze, enticing her until she took the bait, biting into it. Jake did the same and they each took alternate bites until the bun was finished. As they ate, both began to move rhythmically, their hips working in delicious unison as Miriam sucked on Jake's fingers, removing the glaze from them. Jake dragged his last finger from her honey lips and kissed them with a tempered edge. He used his tongue to blaze a path from her mouth to her succulent iced nipples and then ravished them. His tongue was abrasive silk against her skin and he bit her nipples as he fondled her breasts with gentle hands.
Miriam bent her body so that Jake could have complete access to he. He moaned his appreciation, licking her clean of the icing. She gyrated her hips a little, grinding on him and Jake gripped her by the ass, forcing her down on him. A ragged breath escaped him as he felt her fire scorch him.
Miriam threw her head back, arching her body to accommodate him. She was on the threshold of her passion and Jake was sharply attuned to her. His was so hard now it hurt him. If he continued, he would bring them both to a crashing orgasm. Not yet. He wanted something else, more of her sweet pussy and he lifted her off him.
Her cry floated throughout the bedroom as Jake flipped her onto her back. He kissed his way down to her wetness and breathed in her heady musk sex, spreading her thighs. Miriam lifted her head and stared down at him while he gazed into her glistening snatch. She opened her thighs more for his viewing pleasure.
"That's it," he rasped, "let me see it."
The deep roughness in his voice caused Miriam's stomach to flop and she reached down to bury her fingers in his thick auburn hair as he lowered his mouth on her, lifting her by her buns. Jake knew they were running out of time. In an hour they would be dressed for work; he in jeans, his foreman's work shirt and steel toe boots, and she in the sensible clothes she favored wearing to teach at the Montessori school. He would drop her off and continue to the job. At the moment, however, he had other business to attend to.
He sank his teeth into Miriam's mound and grazed for a time before continuing to her pool of nectar. His tongue sampled her offering as he moved his hand down. He ate her while inserting two long fingers into her, flattening his free hand on her stomach, pushing her down as his buried fingers hit their mark.
Miriam's body jerked, the spasm controlling her as Jake's fingers stroked the spot that drove her wild. He watched her wriggle like a hooked worm on a fishing pole and the noises she made seeped into his hazy consciousness. He moved his fingers in a diabolical rotation, eliciting a wail that came from deep within her. She tried pushing up against his hand; he pressed down while continuing his nerve shattering strokes. She strained under his touch, keening his name as she released onto his fingers.
"Shh . . . easy, I'm right here, Miriam, " he whispered, lowering his mouth to her now flowing core. Releasing her pleasure knob, he slid his tongue along her slit, back and forth, with maddening measure until she came on it, coating the surface. Jake made an incoherent sound, reveling in her release. He lapped up all her juices, caressing her quivering sex with his tongue.
"My turn." The words soft as he gave her pussy one last lick. He thrust his cock into her, pushing deep until he was up to his balls. Among the lingering scent of cinnamon buns and coffee, he made love to Miriam, taking her with rhythmic penetrating strokes. He filled her, yet with each thrust he found he couldn't get deep enough. It was always this way with her and he hoped it never changed. He felt the thunder pounding at the base of his spine and as he came all he could think of was that he would never look at cinnamon buns the same again, nor coffee for that matter.
By: Sienna Conroy (http://www.oystersandchocolate.com/Authors/832/SiennaConroy.aspx)
Jake woke to something hot and moist coaxing his cock to attention, and to something else equally stirring, the aroma of fresh baked cinnamon buns filling air. He breathed in the scent of the warm bread layered with a hint of coffee. Moaning his pleasure at the sensation generating from his loins, he cracked an eye open. He saw Miriam's head bobbing as she engulfed his stiffening shaft, her honey gold hair curtaining his hips.
Growling, Jake took a handful of her luscious mane and held her head in place. "That feels so incredible," he murmured, feeling her tongue glide over his penis as it expanded in her mouth. His stomach rumbled as the cinnamon buns continued to tantalize him. "Christ. . . " he muttered, moving his hips.
The combination of her sweet mouth sucking him and the tempting cinnamon buns was too much. Jake came as Miriam milked him, splashing his semen down her throat. She cupped his balls in gentle palms, keeping him hard as she slid her lips up and down his cock. Jake arched his body as her tongue teased along his length.She finished with a tender kiss on the mushroom head of his cock. She erected herself and stared down at him, admiring her handy work.
"Come here," Jake whispered, gripping her arms as he dragged her along his prone body.
Miriam held him off, saying, "Not until you've eaten. The buns are getting cold."
Jake's dark blue eyes slanted as his calloused hands slid along her smooth, round ass beneath his work shirt that she liked wearing. "They feel hot to me." He drew her closer and kissed her deep with long explorations of his tongue. Her tongue tasted of sex and cinnamon and this caused his penis to quiver. "You've been sampling them already."
The deepness of his voice caused her breath to catch and her nipples rubbed against the fabric of the shirt she wore. Jake massaged them through the material, bringing them to hard points. "Among other things," she sighed.
Jake sat up, bringing her with him. The aroma of her musk mingled with the cinnamon and coffee scents permeated the air surrounding them. He reached down to cover her hot, tender flesh with his palm. He wasn't surprised to find her snatch wet for him. "Just as I thought," he whispered hotly.
"What did you think?" Miriam's question was thick as her tongue tripped over the words.
"You came for me, I can smell your sweet release." He cupped her chin and lowered his mouth to hers once more. Miriam gave in to him, unable to ignore his demanding lips. Everything about this man aroused her, even the sound his stomach continued making as he took her deep into the kiss. She squirmed in his embrace and sat up, extracting herself from his hold.
Jake heaved a great sigh and watched her pour him coffee from a French press. He took it when she offered it to him and sipped the steaming black brew. It burned its way into his awareness but did nothing to ease his raging hard on. He was loaded, and for the moment, had nowhere to spend it.
"They're best eaten while still hot, darling." Miriam said as she proffered him a gooey cinnamon bun. Jake moved to bite it; she pulled it away, slowly luring him. She bit into it, never taking her eyes off of him.
Jake stared, his gaze glued to her mouth as she sank her teeth into the pastry. Her tongue came out to play along her lower lip as she licked it clean of the sugary glaze. Jake sipped his coffee deliberately, scrutinizing her. He put the mug beside the tray on the table next to the bed.
Miriam straddled him then, offering him the bun once more. This time, Jake grabbed her small wrist and held her hand still while he took a healthy bite, consuming most of what remained. He nibbled at the rest until it was gone and proceeded to lick her fingers, sucking each into his mouth one at a time.
She was held captive as she watched his full lips feast on her fingers and she felt her pussy twinge. Jake moved his hands to her small waist and lifted her onto his rigid penis, impaling her. The grunt he forced from her shot back through him as he pierced her molten womb. He stared into her gray eyes, feeling her sweet fire rain down over his stiff shaft.
"Jake." She whimpered as her inner muscles gripped him and quivered around him. He bit back a curse, stripping her of the shirt she wore and he cupped her breasts. Her large nipples grazed the center of his hands.
Miriam watched as he released one and reached for another cinnamon bun. He used the bun to gently smear sugar glaze on each of her sensitive nipples. She waited for his lips to follow but instead he held the bun out to her, tempting her to take a bite.
She shook her head, "After you."
Jake glanced down at cinnamon bun and then back at her. "Together?" His query was soft with a deep hoarseness.
She could only nod, speechless as she felt his cock reach to her depths, touching her very center.
He ran the pastry across her lower lip, leaving a trail of the sticky glaze, enticing her until she took the bait, biting into it. Jake did the same and they each took alternate bites until the bun was finished. As they ate, both began to move rhythmically, their hips working in delicious unison as Miriam sucked on Jake's fingers, removing the glaze from them. Jake dragged his last finger from her honey lips and kissed them with a tempered edge. He used his tongue to blaze a path from her mouth to her succulent iced nipples and then ravished them. His tongue was abrasive silk against her skin and he bit her nipples as he fondled her breasts with gentle hands.
Miriam bent her body so that Jake could have complete access to he. He moaned his appreciation, licking her clean of the icing. She gyrated her hips a little, grinding on him and Jake gripped her by the ass, forcing her down on him. A ragged breath escaped him as he felt her fire scorch him.
Miriam threw her head back, arching her body to accommodate him. She was on the threshold of her passion and Jake was sharply attuned to her. His was so hard now it hurt him. If he continued, he would bring them both to a crashing orgasm. Not yet. He wanted something else, more of her sweet pussy and he lifted her off him.
Her cry floated throughout the bedroom as Jake flipped her onto her back. He kissed his way down to her wetness and breathed in her heady musk sex, spreading her thighs. Miriam lifted her head and stared down at him while he gazed into her glistening snatch. She opened her thighs more for his viewing pleasure.
"That's it," he rasped, "let me see it."
The deep roughness in his voice caused Miriam's stomach to flop and she reached down to bury her fingers in his thick auburn hair as he lowered his mouth on her, lifting her by her buns. Jake knew they were running out of time. In an hour they would be dressed for work; he in jeans, his foreman's work shirt and steel toe boots, and she in the sensible clothes she favored wearing to teach at the Montessori school. He would drop her off and continue to the job. At the moment, however, he had other business to attend to.
He sank his teeth into Miriam's mound and grazed for a time before continuing to her pool of nectar. His tongue sampled her offering as he moved his hand down. He ate her while inserting two long fingers into her, flattening his free hand on her stomach, pushing her down as his buried fingers hit their mark.
Miriam's body jerked, the spasm controlling her as Jake's fingers stroked the spot that drove her wild. He watched her wriggle like a hooked worm on a fishing pole and the noises she made seeped into his hazy consciousness. He moved his fingers in a diabolical rotation, eliciting a wail that came from deep within her. She tried pushing up against his hand; he pressed down while continuing his nerve shattering strokes. She strained under his touch, keening his name as she released onto his fingers.
"Shh . . . easy, I'm right here, Miriam, " he whispered, lowering his mouth to her now flowing core. Releasing her pleasure knob, he slid his tongue along her slit, back and forth, with maddening measure until she came on it, coating the surface. Jake made an incoherent sound, reveling in her release. He lapped up all her juices, caressing her quivering sex with his tongue.
"My turn." The words soft as he gave her pussy one last lick. He thrust his cock into her, pushing deep until he was up to his balls. Among the lingering scent of cinnamon buns and coffee, he made love to Miriam, taking her with rhythmic penetrating strokes. He filled her, yet with each thrust he found he couldn't get deep enough. It was always this way with her and he hoped it never changed. He felt the thunder pounding at the base of his spine and as he came all he could think of was that he would never look at cinnamon buns the same again, nor coffee for that matter.