Flour, Butter and Come

The cake was meant for her sister’s birthday the next day. Maya had the recipe open on her phone and the ingredients lined up on the counter: flour, sugar, eggs, softened butter, cocoa, vanilla. She was wearing an old oversized T-shirt and nothing else because the flat was warm from the afternoon sun and she had not expected anyone home for hours. Then the front door opened and her boyfriend walked in early from his shift. He stopped in the kitchen doorway and looked at her. She looked at the bowl of dry ingredients she had just started mixing. Neither of them spoke for a second. Then he crossed the room, put both hands on her hips from behind, and kissed the side of her neck. She was already wet. He knew it the moment he slid one hand under the hem of the shirt and between her legs.

He reached past her, scooped a handful of the flour and cocoa mixture, and rubbed it across her stomach in a slow circle. The powder clung to her skin. She laughed low and turned in his arms. He kissed her properly and covered her tits with more of the mixture until her nipples were dusted white and brown. She undid his belt, pushed his jeans down, and found him hard. She poured a line of the melted butter down his cock, then dropped to her knees on the kitchen floor and licked it off in long strokes before taking him into her mouth. When she pulled back to breathe, flour from her hands had dusted his thighs and her own cheeks.

He lifted her onto the counter. The open bag of sugar tipped. Granules scattered and stuck immediately to the butter on her thighs and to the wetness between her legs. He pushed the T-shirt up and poured a thick stripe of cocoa between her tits, then licked a clean path through it. She was already a mess. He pushed two fingers into her cunt. She was dripping. He fucked her with them until she came, hips lifting, more of her slick running onto the counter and mixing with the sugar into a gritty paste. He pulled his fingers out and pushed his cock into her in one stroke. She gasped. He fucked her hard on the counter while ingredients shifted and fell. An egg rolled off the edge and cracked on the floor. She did not care. She came again with cocoa smeared across her mouth from his kisses. He pulled out and came across her stomach and the open flour bag in thick ropes. She rubbed the mess in with both hands and sucked her fingers clean while he watched.

They were not finished. She slid off the counter, turned, and bent over it. He stepped in and pushed back into her. Flour puffed around her hands. She reached for the vanilla and poured a stream of it over her lower back so it ran down between her cheeks and over his cock. The kitchen smelled like sugar and cocoa and sex. He fucked her through it. She came a third time, clenching hard. He followed, buried deep. When he pulled out, a mix of come and vanilla and flour dripped down her thighs onto the tile.

She stayed bent for a moment, then looked at the ruined counter and at him.

“We’re ordering the cake,” she said, voice hoarse. “And you’re cleaning every bit of this after you fuck me in the shower. I want the cocoa gone. And I want you to come on my face in there so I can taste it while the water runs.”

He nodded. She walked toward the bathroom leaving white and brown footprints, T-shirt still rucked up. He followed, stepping over the egg. In the shower he fucked her against the tile while the flour and sugar and cocoa rinsed off their skin in grey-brown streams. She came with her face turned into the spray. He pulled out and came across her tongue and lips the way she had asked. She swallowed what she could. Afterward they stood under the water until it cooled, and she told him the bakery closed at six so they still had time if he wanted her once more on the clean sheets before they ordered. He picked her up, still wet, and carried her to the bedroom.

They ordered the cake while they waited for the delivery. He bent her over the clean kitchen table and fucked her again, slower this time, until she came with her cheek against the wood. He came on her lower back. She told him to leave it there until the doorbell rang. He did. The delivery driver saw nothing. After the cake was in the fridge she pulled him back to the bedroom and rode him until both of them were too sore to move. Flour was still under her nails in the morning. She texted her sister that the cake would be from the bakery after all and that she had been busy. Her boyfriend read the message over her shoulder and laughed. She made him lick the last of the cocoa from between her fingers before they got in the shower again. In the shower he fucked her against the tile a second time while the water ran. She came with her face in the spray. He came across her chest. She rubbed it in and told him the bakery cake was fine but next time they should start with the flour on purpose. He agreed. They left the bathroom floor wet and the kitchen still smelling like sex and sugar. In the morning she found a streak of cocoa on the inside of her thigh and made him lick it off before she got dressed for work. That evening she texted him a photo of the bakery cake on the counter and the words: next time we start with the flour on purpose and you come in the bowl. He replied that he would clear the afternoon. She smiled at the phone and licked a last grain of sugar from her thumb.