I had the day from hell at work and all I wanted was to go home, have something quick to eat, cuddle up with my wife, and relax while her magic fingers take away the stressful knots I had in my shoulder and arms. I walked into the house and it was dark.  I flicked on a light as I made my way to the kitchen. I must have beaten Bernice home. So I popped an Eggo waffle into the toaster and pulled out the butter. As it popped up, someone grabbed it from behind me. 

“Don’t turn around just yet, baby.” Her voice whispered in my ear. I tried not to moan as she pressed up against me, pulling a bottle from the cupboard along side of us as her hips ground into me. Setting the bottle on the counter, she pulled my shirt off and unbuckled my slacks, letting them pool around my feet. The bra was gone before I knew it, as well as my underwear. I watched as she slowly poured the liquid over my Eggo. I had all I could do to keep from laughing and saying “Leggo my Eggo.” 

That thought cleared my mind the second the warm waffle hit my skin.  I knew then she was in no mood to be joking around and for once she was in total control of my reactions. I felt her free hand grab my ass and squeeze it hard. I turned then to face her, I wanted to see what she was planning on doing with my Eggo Waffle. I watched as the slick waffle slid down my chest over each nipple so slowly it was almost painful. Forgotten was the bad day I had or the aches and pains of stress, replaced by her touch and the kisses she left as she ran her hands and the waffle over my nipples. Her mouth grasped a nipple between her teeth.  It was then she slid lower and followed the muscles of my stomach to the trim hair line.  Her mouth took me completely by surprise as she licked the folds of my hood. I felt her slide one…two, and then three fingers into me.  I began to move my hips with each stroke she made. It never took me long to get heated by her touch or her kisses. 

I leaned into Bernice as tremors ran over me, my desire held in check only by her hands holding me up against the counter.  Tossing my head back, I relaxed as much as my body would let me as she continued to tease my throbbing center.  I could feel the heat from her skin as she slowly lapped against my tingling flesh.  Bolts of electricity shot through me as I bit my lip to hold back a groan.  It was a game between us, she trying to make me scream, me holding back until I was driven over the edge and could no longer be quiet. 

My hips finally bucked forward, pressing against her lips as once more she moved backward and stroked my quivering flesh with the waffle.  It was slick and caused the blood to rush to my nub as my knees nearly gave way beneath me.  I didn’t have time to recover as she quickly flicked her tongue over my throbbing hood and sucked briskly where the waffle had passed earlier.   

Her fingers were slick with the heated fluid leaking from my center as she continued to thrust in rhythm to the swipes of her tongue.  They pushed and twisted as she drove me higher, pushing me toward what would be a thundering climax. 

I leaned forward and grasped her head, pulling her header against my nether lips, wanting her to finish taunting me.  I rocked against her fingers as my breasts throbbed and burned, my nipples puckering into tight raspberries.  I felt one of her hands snaking back up to my chest to pinch and pull on my nipples as she continued to work her magic inside of me with her slender fingers, never slowing the strokes.   

Her tongue began moving faster until her lips fastened firmly to my nub as finally I screamed her name. I slid to my knees and felt her lips press to mine.   I kissed her then, tasting the sweet, sweet mixture of my own juices as well as the taste of rum. I was shocked by my reactions of letting her dominate me so quickly but I have to wonder what will happen when I make pancakes and serve them to her in bed come daylight?

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