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Emily was staring at the ceiling, then her blue eyes flickered to him and a smile touched her lips. "God... that was..." Emily began, but shook her head. She reached out and tangled her fingers in his chest hair, tugging until Matt gave a wince. She bit her lip and shook her head again, finally assessing the state of her body. "We made quite a mess," she said breathlessly.
"We?" said Matt. "I did all the work."
Emily giggled and turned on her elbow to rise. "I need to get those cookies out of the oven." But Matt pushed her back down to the messy floor with a hand to her shoulder.
"Let them burn," he said with a grin.
He positioned himself between her eagerly spread thighs. He licked a splotch of dough from her neck and bit down on her ear lobe. "I'm not through with you yet. It's Christmas Morning and I haven't finished playing with my present." Emily's giggles quickly evolved into pleased sighs as he pinned her hands to the floor above her head and entered her once more. The kitchen was soon filled with the smell of burning cookies and the cries of their passionate lovemaking.
- COMMENTS
Anonymous5 months agoSorry but there are too many mistakes to give this a good vote for the contest. You need an editor or reviewer to catch your incomplete sentences, spelling mistakes and missing words. For example, “taunt” is a verb meaning “to jeer; to make fun of”. “Taut” is an adjective meaning, “tightly drawn; not slack”. Also, it’s physically impossible for one’s knees to give way while they are standing on their toes. To accomplish this, the entire leg is locked, including the knee. Overall, the writing is good, though the plot is overused. Still, there were some interesting ways in which you took a tired plot line and spruced it up. Painting the picture of Emily covered in flour, sugar, and sprinkles while being pounded by Matt, for example. Every man on the planet would love to be in Matt’s shoes with their women dusted in sprinkles and other delectable delights. I’m sure if my prudish ex had allowed food fun in the bedroom, there would have been one less reason for my mistresses. You described the scene well enough to give the mind’s eye a lot to play with. Keep writing. You do have talent. You got this ol’ English professor to write a constructive review….
