Page 138 of Implode

“Searching for something?” she asks innocently, turning her body so her butt presses against the counter. She holds up the spatula that is covered in pink frosting. Sticking out her tongue, she licks from the bottom of the silicon spoon to the top, showing me with her open mouth just how much is stuffed inside. She swallows her mouthful and then smacks her lips. “Hmm…I’m full.”

“You are my bad girl.”

My hands grip her bare ass cheeks under the canopy of her skimpy pleated cheer outfit. I squeeze until she yelps and then lift her so she is sitting up on the countertop. My hands cup her breasts, weighing them. I can already tell her body is developing in ways I never imagined could get better. But that is how it is with Claire. Every new curve or swell adds to the excitement of getting to know her body as it develops. It is thrilling and invigorating to know that the life she is carrying inside is my doing. She is mine in every possible way, and I’m one lucky man to be able to spend forever with her by my side.

I shimmy out of my pants and allow them to fall to my ankles. The sun is up and the kitchen is filled with warmth, but it is really Claire that lights me up inside.

I push up her fitted shirt, exposing her naked breasts for me to kiss and suckle. I lick at her nipples and revel in how responsive they are to my touch. Their color has changed slightly, and they are even more enticing. Flicking up her mini skirt, I can see her glistening pussy in all its delight. Reaching my hand into the metal mixing bowl, I scoop out some pink frosting onto my finger. I smear it onto her folds, standing back to admire my artwork.

“That’s a waste of perfectly good icing,” she points out with a smirk.

“It’s not a waste if I have full intention of eating it andyou.”

“Oh,” she says, making her lips form into an O.

“I wonder which is sweeter—the frosting or you.”

She leans her weight back on her elbows, tossing her head back toward the window, while bringing her feet up to rest on the counter.

“You are exquisite,” I purr.

“And you are teasing me with this slow torture.”

I smile, while moving my mouth over her pussy. I lick and suck and feast on her sweetness. I’m in full sugar-rush mode. I glide my tongue from her opening up to her clit and then back down again. When I get her warmed up, I step back and admire my girl in all her glory.

“You are pretty and pink andperfect.”

I help Claire sit up and slide onto my dick that is painfully hard. I moan at the feel of her coating me with her wet heat. With hands on her hips, I bounce her on me until we are both close to release.

“Ahhh,” Claire calls out, arching her back while I keep her from falling.

“Claire!” I yell, releasing as deep as I can into her, marking her.

“I am never going to grow tired of you worshipping my body.”

“Good,” I say with a satisfied smirk.

The timer goes off on the oven, and we both look toward the sound. I allow Claire to slide down my body one inch at a time, smacking her bare ass cheeks as she walks away to get the pan out before the cupcakes burn.

She jumps into the air and gives me a fake glare. “Ouch.”

“You better get dressed before all the guests arrive.”

“Guests?” she asks with curiosity. “We’re expecting company?”

“Yup,” I chirp, not giving anything away. “Oh, and Claire?”

“Hmm?” She follows my eyes down to her now concealed pussy.

“You are definitely sweeter.”

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I place a blindfold over Claire’s freshly made up eyes and kiss each eyelid through the silky fabric. “Ready for your surprise?” I ask, ushering her out the back door onto the deck. The Gulf Coast’s springs are very pleasant and inviting. I could get used to this type of weather. The sound of the ocean is calming, even though my heart is racing with excitement. I never cared about someone enough to pull off a surprise like this. I just hope that it is welcomed and doesn’t backfire on me.

I wave to everyone and help Claire sit down on the cushioned wicker couch, finding my place right beside her. I glance around at the space and am shocked at what can be done in thirty minutes by a crew determined to make this day extra special for my girl.

Claire sure deserves it. She is my everything.

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