“I like the caramel,” she said.
I moved her hair aside to suck on the side of her neck. She shivered as my tongue stroked her pulse. “I love the caramel.”
“Are you calling me caramel?
“Sweet as,” I replied. “Could eat it all day. Yeah, you might be caramel.”
“Breaks your fillings?”
I laughed, even though my dick was as hard as diamonds. “Fuck you, Adelaide.” I swatted her smart ass, and she laughed too.
That was when there was a knock on the door. I was about to dump her off my lap when she clutched my hand.
“Don’t panic.” She smoothed her dress out around her and picked up a forkful of cake before calling in a voice that was completely natural, “Come in.”
One of Nanette’s assistants bustled inside, offering us a blush and a quick smile. “I wanted to check on you, see if you have any questions. I have a refill for your water too.”
There was nothing to see. Two lovers snuggling and eating cake. She probably walked in on scenes like this all the time. Except, I doubt she had any idea my cock was ensconced in my regal, elegant fiancée’s dripping pussy. What we were getting away with had me swelling to the point I couldn’t think straight. And no wonder, given half the blood in my body was currently filling my dick. Adelaide shifted slightly, feeling me stretch her even more.
The assistant poured water in our glasses and cleared away a few of the empty plates. Adelaide kept up a conversation with her, asking about the source of the lavender flavoring in one of the icings while she flexed her inner walls around my cock. It took everything in my power not to move. She was so hot, and I could feel her getting wetter, trickling down my length. Every time she flexed, I came close to pushing her forward and ramming into her, scandalized assistant or not.
After an eternity, the assistant left us, shutting the door behind her. As soon as it clicked, I was on my feet with Adelaide bent over the table as I powered into her.
Hard. Fast. Fingers digging into her hip, the other hand in her hair, pushing her down lower. She held on to the edge of the table and arched her back, offering herself to me. I took and took. Black spots danced on the edges of my vision. It was too good, too much.
“You’re perfect for me. You know that?” I gritted.
“Yeah, I know it. Perfect for each other,” she rasped. “Give me your cum, Adam. Make me sloppy. I want to walk out of here in my pretty dress with your cum leaking down my thighs.”
“You’re getting it, bad girl. It’s coming. Hold on to that table and don’t let go.”
“Give it to me.”
I dragged her soaking pussy onto my cock, her ass cheeks slamming into my hips, and held her there, grunting as quietly as I could as I pumped my seed all over her inner walls.
If I could have stayed there all day, I would have, but we’d taken enough chances. I pulled out with a sigh and tucked myself away. Draped over the table, Adelaide was still catching her breath. I bunched up the back of her dress to watch my cum dripping out of her wrecked little pussy. Using two fingers, I pushed it back inside and swirled it around to keep it there. Satisfied, I righted her tiny panties and kissed her round ass cheek. Then I covered her with her dress and brought her back into my lap, sitting her sideways.
“Hi.” She grinned at me.
“You little menace.”
“You love me.”
“That’s right, I do. I found myself a kinky wife. Never letting her go.”
In a move that was sweetly chaste, given what we’d just done, she kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear, “My heart and soul are yours for sure. I promise I’ll always open the door.”
My heart thumped. “You’re stealing my song?”
She shook her head and pressed her cheek to mine. “Just giving it back to you.”
I kissed her hard, but not deep. There was no way we could get away with having sex in this room another time.
“Now, let’s pick a cake flavor we like and order a giant, expensive wedding cake so Nanette doesn’t get mad we had sex in her bakery.”