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This time, she's going to make sure that they eat dinner. She's got bread in the over, pasta bubbling away - nothing particularly exciting, a similar dish to the one that she'd eaten the first time they ate together. She's dressed comfortably because she's staying at home, in capris and a pretty blouse, barefoot in her kitchen with her hair caught into a braid over one shoulder. She's spent enough time around Krem that she feels entirely comfortable in his company but there's still a flutter of anticipation at knowing that he's on his way.

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"For me, too," Krem said, his smile wide and confessional as well. But he was enjoying himself too immensely to even consider stopping, unless Adaline told him to, and her voice said anything but that she wanted him to stop.

He bent his head back to her sticky, chocolate-smeared skin, licking and nibbling up the streaks on her soft, pliant body. He let one of his hands stray down to her leg, smoothing up slowly, until he could cup her cunt and rub gently, teasingly, against her.

Adaline's breath catches when he touches her like that, his hand slipped between her legs. She squirms a little, pressing into his hand, arching her back towards his mouth. Her fingers curl around his bicep, squeezing lightly.

Krem sighed against Adaline's skin, his tongue busy with cleaning her of the chocolate. He sank his fingers into her, two at once, as she pressed toward his attention with an abandon that spoke of her want and desire. He took it at the given value. His fingers curled inside her, insist, demanding, as he sought out every drip and streak of chocolate.

Adaline groans softly, fingers of one hand working into her long, blonde hair, twisting as she lift her hips.

"You could be making your mouth more useful," she says, a hint of bossiness in her voice.

"Oh, of course," Krem said, smiling against her skin. He dragged one of the chairs over and sat down, shuffling her hips to the edge so he could kiss up her thighs, between them. It was a tease of a touch. He kept his fingers inside her, curled and possessive in the way that he was touching her even as he laved his tongue over her clit.

Which is exactly what she wanted. She spreads her thighs wider as he slips between them as he kisses her skin, as he presses his mouth against her clit. She reaches down, pushing the fingers of one hand into his hair.

Krem moaned, lifting Adaline's legs gently over his shoulders. He'd decided, perhaps just now, that it was one of his favorite positions--her thighs at his ears and legs cast over his shoulders, his face pressed snugly between her thighs as he worked to bring her off with mouth and fingers. Her fingers were an anchor, firm and guiding, and he was happy to follow her lead.

He's remarkably good at this and Adaline is happy to take advantage. She twists her fingers in his hair, guiding his mouth, keeping it pressed snugly against her cunt.

"That's so good," she breathes.

For all that she's only the second woman he'd ever been with, he liked to think that he was well enough acquainted with what he liked, and with directing his few male lovers, to take direction on what she enjoyed well. He kept his mouth sealed close, his tongue working in patterns over his clit and his fingers fucking her steadily. He pressed another finger into her, spreading them out inside her just a bit.

Adaline squirms a little against the table top, her heels digging into Krem's back as his mouth works over her. She tugs at his hair, rocking her hips rhythmically under his mouth.

Each tug to his hair dragged a pleasant noise out of him. He could feel the heat pooling neatly between his thighs as he kept working on her body, going a little harder, a little faster now. He wanted to feel her come, badly now. He wanted to feel how she came apart around him, against his mouth. He wanted to enjoy that pleasant taste mingling with the residual sweetness of the chocolate at the back of his throat.

Adaline moans, the sound ending in a little gasp. Her hips jerk; she loses her rhythm a little.

"Could you..." She presses one hand across her face, her flushed skin. "Could you see to yourself while you see to me? I'd...oh, God...I'd like that."

Krem pulled back from her, just long enough to suck in a ragged breath. He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh while his mouth wasn't occupied with her clit, and he looked up at her. His eyes were a grin.

"I certainly can," he assured against her skin, free hand already fidgeting down between his legs to open his jeans and urgently press inside. He sighed against her thigh, kissed back up. "Oh. Oh, fuck."

He didn't lick her a moment, just had his mouth close to her cunt as he fucked her and touched himself and breathed. He shivered under her knees. A series of soft, emphatic, it's goods and Maker, Adalines and oh hells spilled out of him, his lips just brushing her clit.

"Come on, Krem," says Adaline, lifting her hips to his mouth. "Don't make me remind you what good work looks like." She bites her lip, both hands grazing the rise of her breasts."

Krem laughed, breathless, as she arched to him. He pressed his mouth back to her obediently, sighing through it as his tongue went back to work against her clit. His fingers had never stopped. He missed the touch of her hand in his hair, and with his head down in her crotch again, he couldn't properly appreciate the look of her touching herself. He knew it was lovely anyway.

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