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Tea and Kitchen Antics

His apartment home was minimally decorated and spacious. There were no unnecessary knickknacks. It was almost cold. Stairs were ahead, leading off to the right. I assumed that is where we were heading.

A light came on to the left, and he guided me to a stainless steel gourmet kitchen. Impressive. Releasing my hand. Noel got the kettle, went to the sink, filled it with water, and turned on the gas burner. Click whoosh. Hmm, He chose a vintage kitchen. Interesting. In this century, most people of means had fully automated electric ones powered primarily by solar or nu-clear energy, a safe derivative from the long-ago dangerous days of nuclear power. Basically, everything was touch and voice-activated—certainly, no fossil fuels being used due to their sparsity and cost.

"You have a gas stove," I said a bit incredulously.

"I know, I'm a bit of a relic," He answered in an unapologetic tone.

I sat in one of the high-back chairs at the granite top island. The flames licked the bottom of the kettle. He reached into a canister to his right and removed a teabag.

"I hope green tea is okay," Noel said, finally turning around to face me and removing his jacket.

His erection, while not as pronounced as it was earlier, was still quite visible. He walked over, put his jacket on the back of the chair I was not occupying, and walked back to the stove.

He's got all of that going on, and he is actually making me tea. That is not the sign of a selfish man. How did you end up on the agency's radar?

"Turn off the kettle," I said

"What?" He said, "I thought...''

"Turn....off ...the ...kettle," I said slowly, more purposeful, climbing off the barstool and sauntering over to him. He reached behind him, not bothering to turn around or break eye contact, and clicked off the burner. He leaned back, resting against the stove.

"Lissa," he started.

I reached out to him pulling him forward by his shirt. I looked deep into his eyes, my mouth, just a hair's breadth away from his. Then I walked behind him, trailing my hand across his chest and bicep, rubbing against him almost as I went. I pressed my breasts into his back.

I kissed Noel lightly on the back of his neck, just above his collar and unhooked his tie. I breathed lightly on the back of his ear. Goosebumps rose down the length of his neck. A deep flush speckled his skin. I pulled his bow tie free and dropped it on the floor.

"Come with me..." I said.

I walked back in front of him and took his cock in my hand through his trousers to lead him out of the kitchen. His thick cock swelled and jerked at my touch. But he resisted, planting his feet. I looked up at him, surprised and even more turned on.

Noel grabbed me. Pulling me up and against him, my feet barely touching the floor, crushing my chest to his. His lips crashed down on mine, hard and demanding. His hardness pressing firmly against my lower abdomen, I ground my hips against him.

We both moaned.

Noel kissed me like he was drowning, and my lips were his refuge. Passionately, deeply.

Mmm... his lips are so soft, and he is so hot and hard.

I returned his kisses in the same fervent manner, yearning for more. I moved against him again, reveling in his strong muscular form. My hands explored his back and shoulders. My fingers memorizing every part of him I touched. Noel rubbed his hard, thick cock against me urgently. His need, no secret. His tongue took possession of the inside of my mouth. I sucked greedily, eager to taste him. Awash in my own neediness. His lips were so soft. I gladly lost myself in the feel and taste of him.

After several minutes Noel released me, moving me a little apart from him as if distance could stave off the inevitable.

Kudos for trying, but this is going to happen.

Panting, eyes shining, lips slightly tender, every part of our bodies burned for the other. He removed his vest and put it on the back of the chair nearest him. Muscles rippled and flexed with his movement beneath his dress shirt. I groaned approvingly and licked my lips as my eyes took in his sexiness up close.

Noel laughed at the sound. "I guess my workouts are not in vain."

My inner self looked up from the corner, a surge of eagerness flooding through me.

I placed my palms on his muscular chest and slid them down over his abs, stopping at his belt buckle. Noel covered my hands, effectively stopping me. Taking my hands in his, Noel brought them to his lips. Saying nothing, he kissed the inside of my palms.

Noel's thumbs slid over my wrists, his eyes following the back and forth motion as if in a trance, contemplating something. He shook his head slightly as if clearing away a thought. Noel searched my face, looked deep into my eyes. There was something he wanted to say, but the words were not forming on his lips.

I touched his mind. It was racing with desire. Things he wanted to do to me, Wanted me to do to him, for him. Colors swirled—his desire at the forefront of everything. I almost missed it in the clutter of his thoughts. But there it was.

Guilt.

Pulling out of his mind, I bent my head down and kissed his hands. Looking up at him, I asked, "What is it?"

"Perhaps I should stop while we are ahead," He said in a rush. I could detect very little conviction in his voice. His hands were now safely on my shoulders, fumbling with the material—indecisiveness weighing him down. I peeked at his mind, and thoughts of his wife were breaking through, stalling him.

"Is that really what you want?" I asked quietly, "We can stop if you..." I trailed off as my body suddenly heat up and my shoulder twitched.

What the hell?

My shoulder shrugged slightly so that my dress slid off my shoulder, exposing my breast. The sight of my breast seemed to be the tipping point in his inner conflict. With a sound that was low and guttural, he latched onto my breast. His tongue circling the taut bud, his right hand slipping under the material, fondling and squeezing the other. I held his head to my chest, encouraging him. A small cry escaped from me as my center pulsed with need. Inside me, something settled in smug satisfaction.

I was able to keep my composure on the outside, but inside not so much.

Noel

I could smell her desire. I inhaled her deeply; she was intoxicating. Her breasts were lovely, full, and perky. My mouth watered; I wanted to taste her. I rubbed my face in them and then, capturing the voluptuous swell in my mouth, rolled her nipples between my tongue and teeth sucking on them hard, one first, and then the other. I pushed Lissa's dress down past her hips until it pooled on the floor around her ankles in a swish of silk. She was standing in my kitchen with nothing on but her necklace, a scrap of panties, and her heels. I stepped back to drink her all in, to memorize every luscious curve of her body. A small flush started to rise across her honey-colored skin.

"Noel, please," Lissa started but was shushed by me. "Shhh. I just want to take a moment to look at you." I said, my eyes never leaving her body.

Kelissa

Noel's pants were tight and a little uncomfortable against his swollen bulge. His hand adjusted the length of his cock through his pants. "Lissa, where is my tie?"

I spot it a few feet away and pick it up, making a little show of bending over from my waist instead of squatting like a lady. He was on me in an instant. His hands grabbed my hips hard as he knelt behind me. Moving my thong to the side, Noel buried his face in my snatch, tasting my essence, his tongue spearing my pussy deep and hard, running it up and down the inside of my folds. I held onto my ankles for dear life as he sucked my clit and spread my opening with his thumbs to get his tongue even deeper inside me. I could feel my center tightening, building, and with my head down, I was starting to feel a little light-headed. "Yes," I cried out in delight, despite my best intentions to be silent. Noel continued to feast on my pussy. I was going to come quickly if he kept this up. He gave me one long lick from front to back and stood up. I stood erect too, wondering why he stopped, his tie in my hand. Noel took the tie from me and took my hand, looked in my eyes as if he was calculating something, then hoisted me up on the cold granite countertop and removed my panties in one fluid motion. The cold contacting my warm skin caused a quick explosion of goosebumps on my lower body. Noel liked the reaction; his cock swelled in anticipation as he gently spread my legs.

"Relax, Lissa. Let me take care of you," his head once more dipping to my already very wet pussy. His tongue lapped at my juices, making tiny circles over my swollen clitoris, and then he latched onto my bud and sucked it hard, causing me to cry out in ecstasy. I grabbed both sides of Noel's head and pushed his face down into me. He laughed against my clit, causing me to buck involuntarily. Noel gently removed my hands. Lifting his head, he looked up at me. "Hands by your sides." He waited as I lowered my hands to the granite countertop by my sides as he instructed. Noel looked me squarely in the eyes and, without breaking eye contact, lowered his head back down to torture me with his mouth, ruthlessly swirling and licking with his tongue. My head fell back, and my eyes closed as thousands of tiny sparks of fire rush through my body, setting me ablaze with need, causing tingling in my nipples. I used one of my hands to gently squeeze my breast. Noel reached up and placed his hand over my hand, and gently tugged it back down to my side. His hand replaced mine squeezing and fondling my breast, pinching and rolling my nipple.

"Open your eyes, Lissa. Look at me. I want to watch you come for me." Noel licks me from the bottom of my opening to my sensitive bud. My eyes flutter open. Noel is standing up straight and pulls me forward. He puts his tie around my neck and kisses me—my taste on his tongue.

"You taste delicious," I say into his mouth.

He pulls away, and looking into my eyes, he lowers down once more.

I look down at him. His eyes are hypnotic, drawing me in. He looks at me as he flicks his tongue against my sensitive bud. I stubbornly don't make a sound. He flicks it again, and a moan rushes up into my throat. By sheer will, I barely keep it from escaping past my lips. A slow smile spreads across his face. I resist the urge to peek into his mind. He likes this little game and flicks it a third time, followed by a hard, long suck. My whole body clinched. My mouth opens in a gasp, I don't break eye contact, but my body wants to writhe in the waves of pleasure he is creating deep within my core. I will myself to be still, but just barely. He waits patiently as I close my mouth and the sensation subsides. Noel firmly grasps my thighs with both hands, pinning me to the countertop.

"Lay back, Lissa," His mouth scarcely above my clit. I can feel his breath, warm on me. He breaks eye contact and looks directly down at my wet center. I know he sees the telltale trembling. Noel looks up at me with seductive intent written across his handsome face.

He flicks my clit again and sucks it over and over, alternating licking and sucking it in rapid succession. His eyes on me intently, watching me ride the waves of pleasure he is creating. My body begins to arch. Inside I am starting to contract. My eyes instinctively close again. Noel stops.

"Lissa, I can't see your eyes if they are closed," He says gently, and plants kisses on my trembling thighs as I prop myself up on my elbows. My eyes bore into him, my chest heaving.

He lowers his head again and begins another delicious assault on my quivering center. He inserts a finger inside me, stroking in and out of me as he licks and sucks my clit. He has found a perfect rhythm and is soon playing my body like a finely tuned instrument. The tightening in my body becomes an orchestra of need and reaches for the peak. I hold back some; I don't want to be totally spent just yet. But oh, what he is doing to me, it feels so good. I can't hold on much longer.

My center clamps down on his finger. My orgasm rushes through me.

Noel smiled as a scream bubbled up from the depths of where he was licking me, following the trail of pleasure that now flowed through every inch of my body and escaped past my lips to explode and echo throughout the kitchen. Noel sucks hard on my clit to intensify my orgasm, and a warm rush of liquid followed, which he quickly lapped up, encouraging my pulsating pussy to produce more. I moaned and thrashed on the countertop as his mouth continued to suck on my sensitive bud.

The lights in the kitchen flickered.

Noel released me from his sensuous torture and looked up, eyeing the lights above us. I looked up too, breathing heavily.

"That was strange," he said, his hands absently stroking my stomach.

"It was probably nothing," I said breathlessly.

He looked back down at me, watching the rise and fall of my breasts. He thought that my skin had a beautiful glow to it now and was happy that he was the one to make it happen.

"Noel, that was.." I tried to put into words my thoughts, but my brain was mush. Finally, I just said, "I hope I didn't disturb your neighbors," I said, laughing. He laughed too.

He was really enjoying just looking at me. I was naked except for his bow tie and my heels, in the wonderful afterglow of the terrific orgasm he gave me. I sighed in content.

Noel helped me into a sitting position and gathered me against his chest. I wrapped my arms around him. He placed his chin on top of my head.

"Come to bed with me. I want to make love to you until the sun comes up. In the morning, I'll make you breakfast."

"With tea?" I asked

"With anything you want," He replied and squeezed me tighter.

I reached down to start taking off my heels.

"Leave those on. They're very sexy," He helped me down off the counter, kissing my forehead.

"Can you stand?" He asked.

"Yes," I replied.

Hell, I felt like I could fly, but I immediately shut that idea down, so I did not end up on the ceiling.

We gathered our clothes.

Taking his hand, I allowed him to lead me out of the kitchen. The lights turning off as we exited. I glanced back, thinking maybe we should wipe off the counter. As if reading my mind,

"The maid will tidy up in the morning, and we can dirty it up again after breakfast," Noel said.

When we approached the stairs, he ushered me in front of him.

"Walk slowly and stop when you get to the top of the landing" He stayed below and watched my nude ascent. I slung my dress over my shoulder and walked up the stairs in nothing but his bow tie and my heels as sexy as I could. Swaying my hips, flexing my calf and thigh muscles with every step. Once I got to the top step, I spread my legs and bent over to look at him from between my legs. I placed my hand between my thighs and spread my lips for him. He came up the stairs taking them two at a time. Kneeling on the last step, he grabbed my ass and once more buried his face in my pussy and greedily licked it. Still a bit sensitive, I found myself rushing toward another climax.

"Noel," I called out, "Noel..." I wanted him to stop, but not really.

I wanted the sweet climax his tongue was promising

He stopped mid-stroke, kissed both my cheeks, and then swatted them. The smack echoing in the hallway.

"Ouch," I said, laughing and standing up, holding my stinging cheeks.

"That's for being so bad," He smiled. "I said to stop at the top, not bend over and tempt me with your feminine wiles."

"Oh, I tempted you?" I asked, turning to face him.

He put his arms around me and pulled me up to him so he could show me just how tempted he was.

"What do you think?" His cock was hard, and I could feel a little wetness on his pants.

He brought his mouth down on mine hard, possessive. Noel picked me up and carried me into his bedroom.

To Be Continued...

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