Carrot & Ginger.

 "I`ll do the icing now". She said.

 Her voice was stern and high.

 "O.K." I answered, lusting at her body.

 From the corner of my eye.

She mixed soft cheese and sugar.

then beat in essence of vanilla.

I wondered how to turn her on, to get her hot, to thrill her.

Sometimes.

     Sometimes she would come for her lesson and we would make slow gentle love. Sometimes we would kiss in the hall, on the settee or I would lift her onto a table and then we would fuck. Sometimes we simply flirted and teased each other. Eventually she would leave and take away whatever dish she had made. Before opening the door she would tuck the recipe and the method notes into her large shoulder bag. She would lightly kiss my cheek and say "Thank you. See you next week".
     Today had been a teasing day. She concentrated hard on her cooking skills. She had poured the orange juice into the saucepan, added sugar and cranberries. She covered it and looked at me. "Bring to the boil and let it simmer for five minutes" I said. She creamed the fat with the sugar and vanilla essence. She worked efficiently and her eyes would flash and narrow as she concentrated.
      Later, when the rich dark chocolate had been melted down and she was beating the eggs into its depths I put my hand on the small of her back. She smiled but didn`t look at me. I stroked the length of her back from her waist up to her shoulders as she worked amidst the bicarb, baking powder, soured milk and sifted flour. I slid my hand down again - pausing briefly to press my fingertips against her. I slid my hand down over the curves of her backside and in between the top of her thighs. She sighed slightly and her legs parted, her soft shoes hissing briefly on the kitchen floor. She spooned the mixture into the 2 greased tins.She stepped back, opened the oven and slid the tins inside. The door closed with a quiet click.
     She turned and faced me. "Bastard" she smiled as she said it. She took my hand and led me out into the hall. "We have between thirty and forty minutes". Her voice was happy and her face was a beautiful smile against her warm pink skin. Then she pushed open the bedroom door and led me inside.

sweetness

       The aroma of the baking cake filled the warm kitchen. She looked down at the single red raspberry lying alone on the board. "That looks tasty" She nodded towards it. I placed my finger on the berry and squashed it flat. "Mmm" Her voice was quiet, like a whisper in a church..
       I lifted my finger and touched it upon her bottom lip. Her pink tongue tip appeared and slowly wound around the dripping fruit. She closed her eyes. "Mmm" I eased my finger into her mouth and her lips clamped it tight. She sucked it. I pulled it out slowly and then pushed it in again. My other hand went to the top button of her blouse. I undid the small coloured button. My finger slid out and in again. I undid the second button. Her eyes were still closed.
        My finger moved slower but deeper. I tugged the top of her blouse down over her shoulder. I slid her bra strap down. My hand cupped her. And there we were. Finger sliding in and out. Breast being teased and lifted gently. Her nipple hardened. She sighed. I pulled my finger out completely.
       "Now" I said. Smiling, she knelt before me and as she slid my leather belt from the buckle the smell of the baking cake was almost overwhelming.

I love the way you eat soup

     Her eyes were half closed like a calm cat waiting for a mouse or bird to appear and excite it. The cabin was warm. Our soup bowls were nearly touching on the small wooden table. The long morning of love had made us hungry. I slurped from my spoon. "I love the way you eat soup". Her voice was slow, deliberate, soft. I didn`t know what she meant but I took it as being a nice thing.
      I looked at her and said "Thanks, I guess". She smiled her sunny smile at me. "And I love the way you eat me". There was a pause. We both smiled now. And, together, we dipped our spoons in our nearly touching bowls and carried on eating.

Cream.

     She smiled and undid the last blue button. She eased and shrugged her tanned shoulders and arms, like a bird about to fly. The blouse fell slowly to the floor.
      "Now tie my hands" Her voice was softer and her breathing was harder. I picked up the silk scarf and walked towards her. A few loops and a firm, gentle knot held her hands. "Now what?"
     My question was direct as was my gaze into her wide eyes. She whispered "Get the cream".
     I smeared the cream between her breasts. I put my fingers in her mouth. She licked them clean. She closed her eyes and whispered "And more". I put the bowl on the table. "No" I said. I leaned down and my tongue slid up from the waistband of her skirt. I flicked and licked until I reached the oozing cream. I started slowly, like a kitten at a saucer, but the heat and excitement soon had me lapping between her breasts like a panting dog at a water bowl.
     I pushed her breasts together. I lifted them towards her mouth. "Lick your nipples" I said. her tongue stretched down and soon she was suckling herself. I knelt and, whilst looking up at her I pulled her waistband down over her hips, her thighs and when the skirt was crumpled and cloud-like at her feet I pressed my face against the tangy heat of her panties.
     Her tied hands grabbed at my hair. The ends of the silk scarf fell over my forehead. All thoughts of cooking left my mind.