The 'erotic gourmet' - a kitchen story #2

(couples - Toccami puoi fallo...)

 Deeper we go down the Rabbit's Hole...a continuation of...The 'erotic gourmet'.

...he felt as if he was part of an out of body experience, looking in on something so out of the ordinary and unexpected...finding himself standing with his hands on her hips, slightly hoisting her over the counter, and she succeeding to reach whatever it was she wanted, at the same time, press herself into his crotch, making him wince as his hardness made contact and slid perfectly between her buttocks, even though his trouser was still on.
As she landed firmly on her heeled feet, she pushed him backwards with her bottom, just enough so she could turn around and look him squarely in his eyes.
His were like a stunned animals, in the brightness of a spotlight. Hers were dreamy, half pools of lusciousness, oozing a sexiness lusty.

"I see i have inadvertently reached for the butter....not what i actually wanted..."her statement drifted off.
He didn't bother to look at the tub in  her hands, transfixed by her gaze, and for some unknown reason knew exactly what to do next. 
Without losing contact with her gaze, he placed his fingers in the tub and made them rich with the soft texture, proceeding to dab the creaminess on her erect nipples. He could feel the texture melting as he teased her nipples harder. It began to drip but, he couldn't tear his gaze away from those pools of dark seductiveness.
Her eyes were telling of her state of mind and he felt himself throbbing, painfully restricted by the tightness of his jocks. 
She placed her hands on the edge of the counter and threw her head back arching her breasts upward. 
That is when he looked away and allowed his gaze to travel to her perfectly rounded mounds of soft skin, her areola having contracted small and tight around her solid cherry nipples.
His head dipped and he began the travel of her neck, tempted to bite hard into her jugular vein, wanting to draw blood, feel her life in its richness...his one hand cupped the back of her neck and the other one placed possessively in the small of her back pulling her firmly into him as he ate away at her pulsating neck and the curve leading to her shoulders.
The melting butter made his torso slip against her heaving tummy, fully aware that his pants would be a messiness of stains. He didn't care, placing his one leg firmly between hers and spreading them enough so it felt as if she was riding his thigh. She seemed to melt into him, pliable to his every demand of mouth and hand.
And as his tongue teased the inviting hollow at the base of her neck, suddenly  she pushed herself away from the counter and forced him to lift his head.
"Wait..." she whispered, plying herself away from him. He didn't want to let her go,
"what...?" He didn't really care to know what she was trying to do, his focus being on his hands that held her hips tight, her body at arms length, admiring her voluptuous firmness and taut tummy.

And then it happened...the most extraordinary he had experienced to that point.
She cupped his face and brought his lips into hers and as she began, what seemed to be the start of a deep kiss, and as his lips parted to receive her soft tongue,...it was not to be.
First, it was her lips on his...then the 'treacling' of a warmness, sweet honey-like substance, slipping into his mouth overflowing from hers...she was kissing him, lips to lips, prying open...sticking to, allowing the liquid to freely flow out of her mouth, messing it all over his mouth with her mouth slightly apart. There was enough liqueur in his mouth that he had to swallow, the after effect of alcohol a pleasant warm burning sensation as it travelled down his gullet.
Her tongue licking his lips, her teeth biting his lower lip, travelling his chin, licking up the sweetness of the honey liqueur...a mess of stickiness on him and her...and he reciprocated, licking up her alcohol touched sticky mouth and chin and neck and cleavage where the alcohol had managed to drip.
....all the time...she pressed against the granite counter full of delicacies still to be savoured in the most interesting of ways...(to be continued.)RB.