“Naw, I don’t need any Niagra,” Geren replied. “Just looking at you makes my dick hard.”
Tempest blushed. “In that case, take me to bed.”
• • •
Tempest was aroused the next morning by the mouthwatering aroma of freshly baked apple-cinnamon muffins. She threw the covers off, climbed out of bed and reached for her white cotton bathrobe, which was hanging from a dowel on her bedroom door. She slid her feet into a pair of fluffy slippers and headed to the kitchen to investigate the scent.
“What smells so scrumptious?” she asked, rubbing remnants of sleep out of her eyes while they adjusted to the bright fluorescent lighting of the kitchen.
“You mean other than you?” Geren responded, taking a fresh batch of muffins out of the lower oven.
“Very funny.” Tempest giggled.
“It wasn’t meant as a joke.” Geren threw the oven mitts on the counter, grabbed Tempest by the waist and slipped her the tongue. After a deep, passionate kiss, he added, “You do smell sweet. Sweet enough to eat.”
Tempest pulled away from him, playing hard to get, if only for a few seconds. She tried to take a muffin out of the pan, but it was too hot. “Hmm, if I’m not mistaken, you already did that last night,” she whispered, licking the stickiness off her slightly seared fingertips.
Geren cracked an evil grin, undressing her with his eyeballs. “What? Are you imposing limitations or something like that?”
Tempest couldn’t help but be amused. She looked at him, standing there in a pair of form-fitting white silk boxers and nothing else. “Not at all,” she stated, realizing she still craved more sex, even after the hellified dick action he threw on her the night before. “Chez Tempest is open twenty-four/seven.”
“Oh yeah, what’s on the menu at Chez Tempest?” Geren got an instant erection from the possibilities alone.
“Well,” Tempest drawled, surveying her kitchen counters, “for starters, we have honey-dipped breasts sprinkled with powdered sugar.”
“Sounds yummy.”
“Would you like to try some?”
“Hell, yeah!” Geren exclaimed.
Tempest picked up a jar of honey with one hand and untied her robe with the other one. She let it fall open, exposing her bare breasts, and then spread honey on her nipples with her fingers. She followed that up by sprinkling some powdered sugar on them.
Geren bent down and hungrily licked the sweet confection off her nipples, first one at a time and then simultaneously, pushing her breasts together and moving his tongue back and forth between them.
Once done, he stood up and asked, “Can I have some more, please?”
“Nope!” Tempest replied. Geren pouted, and she burst out laughing. “Now it’s time for the main course.”
Geren’s eyes lit up like firecrackers. “Which is?”
Tempest thought for a second, trying to conjure up some creativity, picked up a jar of orange marmalade, and then answered, “Pussy à la orange.”
“Ew, damn, hold up!” Geren exclaimed. He opened up one of Tempest’s lower kitchen cabinets, the one where she kept serving dishes. “Let me get my plate.”
Tempest giggled when Geren retrieved a large silver platter out of the cabinet. “That’s not a plate. That’s a platter.”
Geren caressed the nape of her neck and stared lovingly in her eyes. “Let me eat you off a silver platter. You deserve to be treated like royalty. Today, tomorrow, and always.”
Tempest was overwhelmed with excitement. Geren was always full of surprises when it came to lovemaking. “In that case, let me get you a bib,” she said jokingly.
Geren pulled the rest of Tempest’s robe off with his free hand and then lifted her up by placing his arm under her buttocks. He suckled on her sticky nipples while he carried both her and the platter to the dining room table so he could eat his breakfast.
• • •
“I think now is a good time to give you my present.” Geren had a satisfied look on his face as he climbed up off the sofa. He had made love to Tempest for the better part of Christmas Day, and dinnertime was about to roll around. They had a turkey breast, along with some sweet potatoes and corn-bread stuffing baking in the oven.
“Present?” Tempest said, faking astonishment. She knew her boo would buy her the bomb-ass present, and she’d been waiting anxiously to find out what it was. She didn’t want Geren to know that she’d been on pins and needles, though.