Page 49 of Yours, Always
“Yes! I want to win.”
“I like this side of you, Pru.”
“You can have any side of me you want after we’re done. Now, crank the heat and brown that beef.”
“You’re determined to make this hard on me, aren’t you?”
“Are you sure that’s the term you want to use, Grey?” Prudence ran her hand over his backside, getting excited again knowing she could touch Greyson like this whenever she wanted. Not only touch him, but see his reaction, the arousal, the pleasure on his face when she did.
“Oh yes, that’s definitely the term I want to use. What’s next, Pru?”
“Cream the mushroom soup and the milk together. Yeah, just like that.”
Greyson mixed the soup and milk, dipping a finger in to taste. “Now what, Pru?”
Prudence shifted, her eyes unfocused as she watched Greyson suck on his finger. “Um.”
“The meat is done. What now, Pru?” Greyson asked again.
“Just mix it all together,” she said in a rush.
Greyson put the rest of the ingredients into the casserole dish then came to stand behind her. “Here’s my wooden spoon.” He wrapped his hand around hers, mixing together.
“Then we put the tater tots on top.” Prudence wriggled her backside into him as they lined up the tots. She turned to him, her back to the counter. “I think that’s it.”
“You have soup on your face, Prudence.” He leaned forward and licked the speck off her skin.
“It’s got to go in the oven now, Grey.”
“Yes, I’m sure it does.”
“We’ve got thirty minutes until this is done, maybe forty-five.” Prudence turned out of his embrace to put the pan into the oven. “Any ideas on what we should do while we wait? I’ve got a puzzle I’ve been meaning to start.”
“I can think of something much better.” Greyson set the timer then lifted Prudence onto the counter.
Prudence opened her legs for Greyson, her mouth finding his. “Who knew making a tater tot hotdish would be so, well, hot.” She unbuttoned Greyson’s pants, pushing them down.
Greyson lifted Prudence high enough to pull her pajama bottoms off, rocking against her. She reached for his cock rubbing a finger over the head, spreading the bead of moisture then tugging him closer.
“Not yet, Pru.” Greyson pulled away and he spread her legs wider as he knelt on the floor. “I didn’t get to finish what I started yesterday.” He hooked her legs over his shoulders and blew a cool stream of air on her damp curls then took a finger and parted her folds.
“Oh, yes, Grey.” Prudence bucked forward, his tongue mimicking what his finger had just done. He slowly licked her, one finger entering her, moving in and out as he circled her clit. Prudence tugged on Greyson’s hair, pulling him closer to her. “Yes, that’s the spot.”
She braced her hand on the countertop and rode his mouth, bucking her hips. Prudence came with a loud moan. As she lost herself in her orgasm, she flailed one arm out knocking over the utensil holder on the counter while she spasmed, silverware clattering onto the floor. She leaned her head against the cupboard, her body tightening one last time before relaxing, releasing her hand’s death grip of Greyson’s hair.
Greyson stood—the vision of him rising after going down on her set her desire ablaze once again. She fumbled around for a condom, knocking off the remaining utensils that were teetering on the edge of the counter, and rolled it over Greyson’s cock, keeping her legs wide as he slid into her. She was still pulsing from her orgasm, a deep throbbing pulse that pulled him in as far as he could go, squeezing around him. She made a low noise in the back of her throat, her eyes screwed shut, the intensity almost too much for her to bear.
“Open your eyes, Prudence. Watch me.”
“Yes, Grey.” She grabbed the nape of his neck and pulled him toward her for a kiss, tasting herself on his lips. “Yes.”
Greyson set a furious rhythm, his gaze not leaving hers. Prudence reached her hand to where they were joined, her hand brushing over his shaft while she stimulated herself. She felt herself tighten even more, if that was possible, and she convulsed around him, jerking her hips upwards, and he doubled his movements, pounding into her, his own release knocking the breath from her lungs. She was still breathing hard, the intensity of her second orgasm in as many minutes taking her off guard, when the kitchen timer beeped.
Greyson looked into Prudence’s eyes. “I don’t care who wins, this has been a Blue-Ribbon Tuesday.”
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“I can’t believe she won again!” Prudence exclaimed, pointing to a beaming Mrs. Crenshaw, holding her trophy as Annabelle took her picture for the Bee.