Forbidden Cravings

The kitchen of the mansion was a warm, fragrant haven, the marble counters gleaming under the soft glow of pendant lights, the air thick with the savory aroma of simmering sauce and herbs. The faint hum of slow pop music drifted in from the main hall, blending with the gentle sizzle of a pot on the stove, now forgotten on low heat.

Elizabeth sat on the counter, her sheer silk gown bunched around her hips, her bare thighs spread wide as I knelt between them, my face buried in her pussy, eating her out like it was the most sacred act. Her body radiated heat, her moans filling the air, each sound sending a jolt through me as I lost myself in her.

"Ahhh… Ezra…Yeahh...more..." Elizabeth moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure, her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as her hips rocked against my mouth.

Her pink pussy was slick and glistening, her juices coating my lips as I smooched her folds, my tongue flicking over her clit with a steady rhythm.

"Umph..uph..ahumm..." I groaned eating her labia, the taste of her grew sweeter, more intoxicating with every passing second, her wetness driving me wild as I sucked gently, savoring her.

"Ezra… yeah… eat it just like that… so good," she moaned, her voice thick with need as she chased her climax, her thighs trembling around my face.

Her head tilted back, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders, her chest heaving under the thin silk gown.

"Ahh, fuck… give me…" I groaned against her pussy, kissing her harder, my lips pressing into her clit as my tongue worked faster.

I slid two fingers inside her, feeling her tight, wet walls clench around me as I thrust them in and out, my lips sucking her clit with a steady pressure.

"Ahh… oh god! I'm losing it…" Elizabeth gasped, her voice breaking as she looked up at the ceiling, her thighs tightening around my face, locking me in place.

Her body arched on the counter, her hands gripping the edge for support as her moans grew louder, more desperate.

I thrust my fingers deeper, curling them slightly inside her, my tongue flicking her clit faster, relentless in my need to push her over the edge. Her pussy grew wetter, her juices starting to sprinkle out as she began to squirt, her body trembling with the intensity of her climax.

"Ahh… ahh… ahhh… w-wait… ahhh…" Her moans broke into sharp, shuddering gasps, her body shaking as pleasure crashed through her, her thighs quivering against my shoulders.

"Miss Elizabeth, the clothes have been dri—" Clara's voice cut through the air as she stepped into the kitchen, her words halting mid-sentence.

The young maid froze in the doorway, her eyes wide as she took in the scene—Elizabeth on the counter, her legs spread, her body shuddering as she squirted, my face still buried between her thighs, my tongue and fingers working without pause.

Clara's cheeks flushed crimson, her mouth opening in shock, but I didn't look away this time, too lost in Elizabeth's heat to care.

Elizabeth's head snapped up, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure, but she managed a breathless, teasing smile.

"Good, now you can go and take a rest for a while," she said to Clara, her voice shaky but firm, her focus shifting back to me as another moan escaped her. "Ahhh…"

"O-okay…" Clara squeaked, bowing quickly, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

She spun on her heel and practically ran from the kitchen, her footsteps echoing down the hall as she fled, the basket bouncing in her arms.

I barely registered her departure, my lips pressed against Elizabeth's slick pussy, my tongue flicking over her clit as her walls tightened around my fingers.

"Ezra… I'm gonna cum… ahh…" she gasped, her voice desperate, her hips rocking against my mouth as she chased her climax.

I quickened my thrusts, my fingers sliding deeper into her wet heat, her juices spilling out as my other hand moved to her breast.

I held at her gown, pulling it down to expose her tit, squeezing it firmly, my thumb brushing her hardened nipple.

"Cum baby Cum...Cum for me, Elizabeth," I murmured against her, my voice muffled as I sucked her clit harder, my tongue working faster.

"Ahhh… fuck…" Elizabeth moaned, her body arching on the counter, her hands gripping my hair tightly. Her thighs clamped around my face, locking me in place as her orgasm crashed over her, her pussy pulsing around my fingers.

"Ahhhh… ahhuhh… ahh…" Her moans were loud, unrestrained, her head tilting back, her eyes rolling up as her body jolted and shivered with pleasure.

She pulled my face closer, her cum spilling over my lips, coating my chin as I kept my mouth slightly open, my tongue rolling through her juices, drinking her in and giving her more sensation.

"Ahm… uph…" I groaned softly, my tongue still teasing her clit as her body trembled, her legs slowly easing apart to let me breathe.

The taste of her was intoxicating, her warmth lingering on my lips as I pulled back slightly, licking them clean while meeting her gaze.

"Ahh… so good," Elizabeth moaned, her voice hoarse as she spread her legs wider, her chest heaving under the disheveled silk gown.

Her dark hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders, her face flushed with satisfaction as she leaned back on her hands, catching her breath.

"You're gonna kill me today, Ezra," she said, a lazy smile curving her lips, her eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and desire.

I grinned, wiping my chin with the back of my hand as I stood, my body still buzzing with heat.

"Worth it," I said, leaning in to kiss her softly, my lips brushing hers as my hands rested on her thighs. "You taste better than anything you're cooking."

She laughed, a low, sultry sound, her fingers brushing my cheek.

"Flatterer," she teased, her voice still shaky as she adjusted her gown, though she made no move to cover herself completely.

The kitchen was alive with our energy, the pop music and the faint sizzle of the stove a distant hum as we shared a charged, knowing look, the morning stretching out with the promise of more.