For His Taste (6 page)

As he walked back to the counter
and then cut left to walk around the counter, he knew something was going to
happen.

Something big.

Something really big.

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Beth faced
the large bowl of
batter and started to stir it.  Her hand shook, matching the way her body
felt.  She sensed Bobby walking up behind her.  She wasn’t sure what the next
move should be so she just stayed put, focused on the cupcake batter.

The thick batter churned as Bobby
stood just a foot away from Beth.

She waited for him to touch her but
Bobby had other plans at first.  He stood, knowing she couldn’t see him,
letting his eyes draw lines along her body, tracing her amazing curves.  He
never understood why a woman like Beth didn’t have the confidence she deserved
to have.  Bobby considered all women to be beautiful but those who had that
something
extra
were that much more special.  And there was something about Beth,
beyond her weight and size, that really called to him.  The fact that she
didn’t hide away from the gunpoint robbery made her tough, real, and honest.

Bobby loved a woman like that.

His left hand came forward and made
a cupping position as though he wanted to touch Beth’s thick side.  He did want
to, but he didn’t.  Instead, he stepped to the left and worked his way next to
Beth.

“What are we making?” he asked.

Beth looked at him and swallowed
hard.  The sexual tension between them grew by the second.

“Chocolate strawberry cupcakes,”
she replied. 

“Sounds delicious.”

“They are,” Beth said.  “The best.”

She moved the spoon again in the
batter.

Bobby felt like groaning.  He put
out a finger and asked, “May I?”

“Try it,” Beth said.

Bobby dug into the batter and
lifted his finger out.  He brought his finger to his mouth and tasted the
amazing chocolate and strawberry mixture. 

It was perfect.

Just perfect.

“Damn perfect,” Bobby whispered. 
“This is damn perfect.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,”
Beth said.  Her heart bounced and fluttered.  People told her everyday how
great her baking was but to hear from a man as sexy as Bobby, it felt ten times
better.  Beth looked at Bobby from the corner of her eye, and saw the way he
looked at her. 

“In fact,” Bobby said, “I’m going
to taste some more…”

He reached back down, using a
different finger.  As he brought it up, something finally triggered in Beth. 
As she gazed upon the bakery thinking about her life and everything she had
accomplished and everything she had left behind and purposely ignored, a little
spark ignited.  The passion for lust and sex she had forced to become passion
for baking suddenly changed, leaving Beth hot and wet in all the right spots.

She saw Bobby’s finger moving
towards his mouth and an uncomfortable urge came over her.  Before she could
even contemplate what her gesture would do, Beth opened her mouth and attacked
Bobby’s finger.  Her lips were tight around his middle finger, sucking the
chocolate off.  Her eyes met with Bobby’s, seeing just how surprised he was.

“Oh, Beth,” he whispered and then
moaned.

Beth ran her tongue along Bobby’s
finger then curled her tongue, following his finger up as she pulled her lips
from him.  She made a popping sound and then licked her lips as she turned to
face Bobby. 

They were both cornered behind the
counter.

Bobby stood with his hand still
out, his wet finger with a little left over chocolate on it.  He stared at Beth
and within their silence, screams of sex echoed. 

“You’re right,” Beth said.  “It
does taste damn perfect.”

Bobby smiled and he reached back
down to the batter.  Using his pinky finger this time he scooped some of the
chocolate and then reached for Beth.  For a second, she thought he was going to
let her suck the chocolate off his finger again but instead he touched her
neck, leaving a brown dollop of chocolate. 

Before Beth could say a word Bobby
licked the chocolate off his finger and then came at her, going right for her
neck. 

When she felt his tongue press
against her skin, she shuddered and moaned.  Her hands curled around the edge
of the counter for a second as Bobby’s tongue started to feel aggressive.  The
chocolate on Beth’s neck was far gone by now, but Bobby had no intentions of
stopping.  He pressed his body to Beth now, making sure she could feel all his
muscle and something else that was getting hard.

Beth felt Bobby’s erection touch
her and she cried out, her voice echoing in the empty bakery.  One of her hands
moved from the counter to Bobby’s hip, holding him.  Part of her wanted to push
him away, but most of her wanted him to stay close.

Bobby’s hands went to work,
starting at Beth’s wide and sultry hips.  He held her, letting his fingers
enjoy the touch of her soft skin, wondering how any man in the world could not
want Beth.  He sensed her apprehension and the way her hand on his waist seemed
like it wanted to move towards his erection.  But Beth didn’t move her hand. 
It just remained in place.

Bobby kissed up Beth’s neck, his
tongue flickering at her.  At her ear, he nibbled for a second and then
whispered to her. 

“You’re beautiful.”

Beth sighed.  She felt herself
shaking her head in disagreement.  She hated to ruin such an erotic moment but
the truth had to be known.

The only thing Beth considered
herself and beauty to have in common would be her baking.  The flowers she made
on cakes, the fun designs on cupcakes.  But herself?  Beautiful?

“Yes,” Bobby said with playful growl
in his voice. 

“Bobby,” Beth said.  “You don’t
have to…”

“I guess I’ll have to prove it to
you then,” he said. 

With that said, Bobby’s tongue was
back on Beth’s neck, kissing her.  He thrust himself harder against her, making
damn sure Beth could feel his full erection now.  This wasn’t some lust fantasy
because Beth had sucked his finger.  Bobby’s entire body raged for her.  One of
his hands slid around towards Beth’s backside.  He kissed along her neck and
over to the other side as he untied Beth’s apron. 

She felt the apron loosen and then
fall down, and she felt naked.  Without her apron, Bobby could see her shirt
and pants, and now her other curves.  It seemed so silly to think that way but
as far as she was concerned, the more layers she wore, the more hidden she
became.

Bobby didn’t want Beth hidden.

He wanted her exposed.

He wanted to see and touch every
inch of the woman in front of him.

Bobby’s hand came around Beth’s
waist again and moved to her thigh.  When the tips of his fingers were between
Beth’s legs, she had the urge to slam her legs shut and block Bobby. 

She didn’t though.

That little fire inside of her
started to grow more. 

Beth leaned against the counter as
she spread her legs open.  She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, trying
to find the strength to offer herself to Bobby. 

His hand slipped between her legs
and using four of his five fingers, he pushed and curled his fingers, feeling
the warmth and softness of Beth’s vagina.  Even through her panties and jeans
he could feel her burning.  She may have been apprehensive, but she was certainly
ready for him.

Bobby’s left hand remained at
Beth’s hip, gently massaging her, letting her know that everything was okay,
and would be okay.

Beth started to feel free.  She
breathed heavier and when the touch came on the buckle of her jeans, she sighed
in pleasure again.  She wanted his touch desperately now.  His hand on her
desire spot would compare nothing to when his bare fingers touched her moist
skin.  She wanted him to touch her wet skin and enjoy it.

Bobby used both hands and worked
his way into Beth’s pants.  He moved to her hips and pushed down, moving her jeans
down just enough to expose part of her panties.  They were pink with red dots
on them.  For some reason, they looked exactly like something Beth would wear. 
His left hand took its place at her hip, inside her jeans.  His right hand felt
for the top of her panties and he placed his palm flat against her stomach. 

Beth couldn’t help herself as she
shuddered when Bobby touched her stomach.  She assumed this would be the point
where he’d feel her flesh, her large skin, and then take his hand off and run
away. 

That didn’t happen.

Instead, the feel of Beth’s skin in
his hand turned Bobby on even more.  This was what he desired, what he wanted. 
Beth was a real woman, with heart and curves.  With passion and lust.  With a
desire that matched his…

His fingers slid into Beth’s
panties, touching smooth skin that made him groan.  The fact that Beth kept
herself groomed drove him mad and he pulled away from her neck and looked her
in the eyes.  The urge to kiss her hit him and he kissed her lips as the tips
of fingers touched her other set of lips.

Beth’s tried to think of the last
time a man touched her on her warmest spot.  She couldn’t figure it out, not
with Bobby’s fingers caressing her.  Two of his fingers moved down and back,
then left to right.  He opened Beth’s flower, spreading her, and then with the
tip of his middle finger he touched her hole.  She was wildly warm and tight, a
dream that moistened his finger. 

“Beth,” he whispered.  “You’re so
perfect.  And beautiful.”

Bobby moved his hand and Beth
thought he had the intentions of pulling away from her.  She took her other
hand from the counter and slapped a tight grip on Bobby’s wrist.  She let out a
heavy breath and a groan, shaking her head.

“Oh my,” Bobby said.

“Don’t stop,” Beth cried out. 
“Touch me… don’t stop…”

Beth hadn’t had any sexual
confidence in years.  Just the thought of saying something like that to a man
would be something she’d use on her own personal private time.  But to actually
speak like this in front of a man (and especially one like Bobby) seemed
unheard of. 

“I won’t stop,” Bobby said.  “Not
until you tell me to.”

Beth’s eyes shined.  “You’ll know
when to stop.”

It was the hottest, most erotic
thing she had ever said to another person. 

Bobby’s lips came forward again,
his tongue quickly following.  Beth kissed him right back, pushing hard at him,
wanting to show him.

Beth’s new found sexual aggression
turned Bobby on even more as he lifted his fingers, curling them so he could
penetrate Beth.  The tips of his fingers were hot and wet with Beth’s
sweetness.  She groaned as her body accepted Bobby’s touch.  He pressed harder,
sliding deeper into Beth. 

Two fingers pleasured Beth in a way
she couldn’t recall.  It wasn’t just the way Bobby did it either – how he
delicately pressed but yet had the sexual force to send waves of need through
her body – it was also the way Bobby’s other hand and his body reacted too.  He
wasn’t just trying to finger Beth and bring her to climax.  He was trying to
please her entire body and all her needs. 

His left hand squeezed tight on her
thick hip, holding her against the counter.  The subtle move made Beth feel like
she was in submission to Bobby, something she honestly wouldn’t mind.  His
erection touched her leg and Bobby wasn’t shy about thrusting a few times,
rubbing himself against her.  And of course, his tongue.  He kissed with
passion.  He wasn’t even receiving anything back from Beth and he kissed her
with speed. 

Beth tried to hold onto the scene
the best she could, wanting to fully lose herself to Bobby.  She wanted to last
forever for him to allow him to explore her.  He soon started to slide his
fingers faster in and out of Beth, coaxing her body to start moving with him,
easing her to relax and enjoy the pleasure, to take full advantage of it.

Beth didn’t have a concern about
relaxing and enjoying herself.  She had a concern, however, with the way her body
felt.  It had been so long since she’d been with a man that just a few minutes
into Bobby’s amazing touch, she had the urge to orgasm.  She couldn’t control
the way she felt.  Her backside was pressed against the counter in her bakery. 
She had a sexy man like Bobby not just up against her, but his hand holding her
in place while his other hand worked between her legs.  His movements were fast
and filled with passion.

When Bobby’s kissing started to
match the speed of his fingers, Beth knew she wasn’t going to be able to calm
herself and stop from coming.  And why would she?  Bobby wanted to please her,
so here was his shot to do so.  Her knees bent a little, letting Bobby slip
deeper into her.  His fingers curled and drew circles, and when he pulled from
her, his fingers moved perfectly towards the top, gently touching her clitoris to
add to the mounting pleasure. 

“Oh, Bobby,” she finally cried out
in between their kissing. 

Bobby tasted her warm breath and
let out a breath of his own.

They remained there in that
position, their mouths open but not kissing.  Their eyes were open too, staring
at each other as Beth reached climax. 

Bobby felt her slit throbbing on his
fingers, followed by the rush of her orgasm.  The pressure of her moisture and
fresh heat made Bobby bounce himself against Beth, his erection starting to
hurt as it pressed tight against his boxers and jeans.  He wished they were at
his hotel so he could strip Beth – and himself. 

As Beth continued to climax, Bobby
slowed his pace, easing Beth down until finally taking his fingers from her all
together.  He then side stepped to face Beth and put his moist fingers to her
hip and held her steady as he lined his thick erection up to her. 

“I want you Beth,” he whispered
still staring at her.  “All of you.”

“Bobby… I can’t… not right now…”