s*x series

11. KITCHEN s*x

Well, looks like today sun rises from the west WHY? because AVNEET SIDDHARTH NIGAM IS WORKING IN KITCHEN. She had a maid for doing the kitchen stuffs. However the fact she hasn't been cooking a lot, it doesn't meant she didn't like it but her husband SIDDHARTH NIGAM DIDN'T LET HER STEP IN KITCHEN EXCEPT FOR DRINKING WATER

(Sonali : I also want a man like Siddharth Nigam

Mom : Pehle harkate toh Avneet ki tarah kr le

Sonali : Gajab Bezzati Hai Yaar)

She placed everything on the counter and put on the apron. Rolling up her sleeves, she started to knead the pastry. Sticky texture covered her fingers, got behind the nails, which didn't make her annoyed, but not even happy. After she put the pastry to cool, started peeling the apples. Too much concentrated on the activity she hasn't heard opening doors and steps closing to the kitchen. Siddharth stood at the doorstep, loosening his tie and looking at his busy wife. He made few steps towards her completely unnoticed by busy Avni and stood right behind her.

"Hello babygirl" he whispered in her ear. She jumped up slightly, dropping the knife, which landed on the counter with noise. She didn't know if it was more from fear or the feeling of excitement, which overcame her, when his hands touched her.

"Siddharth, you scared me." she turned to him a bit, drying her hands on the apron. His still were on her hips, causing flow of known feeling.

"I need to do it more often." he said, pulling her closer.

"Why?" she asked wandering confused sight through his face. He sent her a smirk

"I love your tension. It's so auspicious..." he drew her towards himself and smashed his lips on her. She opened them a little, letting him for enter. He moved his hands from her hips a bit lower and squeezed lightly her buttocks, causing her to squeal.

"Siddharth, not now... I really want to finish this cake." she said, coming out from his embrace. Disappointed look upon his face didn't convince her to change her mind. "Go get change! You don't have to toss around the house in your best suit." she said, getting back to activity she left, disturbed by husband.

"I can afford it." She rolled her eyes and laughed at his statement.

"I should finish, when you get back."

While later Siddharth came back, with his comfy clothes on and approached the counter, where was standing water jug and poured himself a glass. He leant against the counter, holding a glass and watching the wife rolling the pastry out.

"Stop staring at me!" she warned him, not looking away from what she was doing.

"It's my right" He laughed lightly and went away to sit on the bar stool. "And by the way, why baking? You haven't done it in years..."

"Actually, I don't know." she said, putting the pastry to the pan, trying not to rip it apart.

"I think I was just bored. And tired of my thoughts. I needed to focus my mind on something else." her eyes misted, when she put the cake in the oven and set the timer. Siddharth thought she looked simply sad and he didn't want it. "Oh Lord, my back is killing me... Baking on high heels wasn't my best idea." she said, shaking of thought and rubbing her back, while taking off the shoes. She made few steps towards the chairs to sit, but Siddharth pulled her to himself.

"I can give you a massage." he winked to her meaningfully. Excitement shown up in her eyes, when she sat on his laps. She felt gentle pressure on her back and nice tension overcame whole her body. His touch was giving her pleasure she haven't had lately. She let out a soft moan, when her husband increased the power of his press. However it wasn't the only pressure he was exerting on her. Right against her she had his hardening member and felt herself slowly going wet. She sighed running her fingers through husband's hair.

Dragging her closer to himself. His face landed right at the height of her breasts. He started giving wet kisses on her skin, uncovered by blouses material. His hands never left her back, when he was pulling her closer marking known moves. His lips were going lower and lower, though the blouse was on his way. He tilted her head giving her open mouth kisses. If he continue his advances, she will get off totally dressed, only from touch of his lips on her cleavage. She felt right his hand undoing the buttons of her blouse skillfully and quick, then she freed her arms from the sleeves and the material fell down the floor.

Her breath fastened as she felt Sid's breath on her breasts, covered only by lacy bra and his hands slipping down naked skin of her back, lower right to her pants. When he grasped her butt, she couldn't last longer and started to toss away his jacket. Her moves weren't giving any effects.

"Siddharth!" she moaned with desperation in her voice. He uplifted her and sat on the counter. She threw away his jacket and tugged the shirt, with such hastiness that buttons dropped off and fell on the marble kitchen's floor. Her hands was wandering through his torso, like if they wanted to remember each curve of his body.

"since when you're so aggressive?" he laughed and his eyes glinted lustfully. Not answering anything, she bit her lip seductively and drew him closer. She smashed her lips on his lips, moving her tongue through his lower lip pleading to let her entrance. She felt so desperate begging for his kiss. She knew, he was teasing with her lingering and that was making him joy. Finally she broke his resistance and inserted her tongue into his mouth. They were kissing that long till the breath need won.

"Since it gives me an advantage on you." she mumbled in answer for his latest question , separating their lips.

"You think you have an advantage on me?" he asked.

"Major." she pushed her body against his and felt his hardness stabbing her thigh. "Am I wrong?" she glanced down.

"Oh, yes you are." he said and took off her pants in one quick move, leaving her with only her lacy underwear on. Then he kneeled against her and started way of kisses through her calves moving higher. When he reached her thighs, hooked his fingers around her panties and slid them off, then got back to teasing her milky skin again.

"Siddharth..." her breath was fastened and she could feel her wetness flowing her. He moved his face closer to her centre and let out slight breath to arouse her more. She moved a little and sighed loudly. He decided to not wait any longer. His tongue darted from his mouth and he touched her finally. "Oh God!" she moaned. He started squeezing it with the same rhythm which his mouth began, what dragged her body to move along with him. He spread her legs wider and sucked on her c**t. She lent one foot on the counter to give him better angle and gripped the edges to not fall. Her breath was panting, her eyes closed and she was biting her lip in pleasure. He thrust his tongue into her, her wetness was just drenching him.

She tangled her fingers into his hair and pulled his head closer. He hastened his peace, causing her moan louder. She was pressing him closer her, with each his action. They both knew she wouldn't last longer. "Oh f**k, please don't stop... just... don't stop!" she was still holding his head. Partly for support, partly for better sensation. "I...am...go.n" she cried out, when her body overpowered by orgasm. He licked her few more times and stood up, looking at her quickly raising and falling chest and flushed cheeks.

"You're so unbelievably beautiful..." he said teasing gently her bare skin with his fingertips.

"And you were amazing. And you're so f*****g handsome! Want you again..." she grasped his waistband and pulled him to herself. "And I see you want me even more. Come out of this!" she unbuckled the belt quickly and tugged his pants off, letting them fall onto the floor. He stepped them out and kicked aside. Bulge in his boxers was obvious. She began to massage it through the fabric.

"Woman! Stop teasing with me!" he grunted. "I just won't stand it..."

"Oh, ok..." she said, tugging on his boxers so that they dropped to his ankles. He decided to not stepping out of them.

"I want to feel you so bad..." he said, undoing and tossing away her bra.

"Then don't waste the time and take me..." she guided him near her entrance, arching her back at the same time and pushing her body closer him. He anxiously captured her breasts with his mouth. She drew in a sharp breath when she felt his teeth grazing the sensitive areola of her n****e.

"Oh please I ... have to lie down..." she whispered with her voice hoarse. He laid her on the counter, lifted her legs and placed them on his shoulders and then entered her.

"Oh f**k!" he started to thrust inside her fast and hard. It felt rough and deep. Drop of sweat made its way down the valley of her breasts.

"Ughh," he moaned, thrusting harder as she wished.

"Come on, I want you to come..." he said as he kept thrusting and rubbing her.

"Ughh, I'm..." shrill noise of the timer sounded in the kitchen and got Avneet distracted. "Holly s**t! No, no, no!" she screamed, half still in pleasure, half in fury. "It's going... to be burned..." she gasped, meaning the cake in the oven.

(A/N : MY CAKE!!! FOOD IS LOVEEEEE

*crying my heart out*)

"I don't ...fucking care!" He hastened the peace even more, pulling out and thrusting back again her with full force. She was closing to the edge again.

"Uhm.mmm" she cried and her body spasm as she felt her walls tightening around him.

"Avneet!" he thrust several more times as he found his release. They both were breathing heavily, looking at each other.

He removed her legs from his shoulders, smiling lightly at her. "You're so gorgeous. I can't believe you're still with me..." he leaned towards her and kissed her forehead, then he pulled out of her. She sat up and looked at him seriously.

"I always will. And now excuse me, but I have to draw the cake from the oven, before whole mansion goes up in the smoke." she jumped off the counter and went to the oven. When she opened it smell of burning spread around the kitchen.

"s**t, s**t, s**t!" she threw hot pan at the counter with anger. "It's dead loss now!"