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Sweat. Lavender. Butter. Salt. Strawberries. Citrus. Booze.
This dizzying aroma of tastes plagued him. She smelt like everything good in this world but dipped in distress.
He could taste the cheap liquor on her lips, acidic, bitter. It didn’t stop him from kissing her though. His tongued reached for every single note it could find, as if she was his last meal on death row. Carmy wasn’t used to this feeling, probably explains how desperate he left.
His dying wish was to taste every part of her, he wanted write down the recipe in his mind and savour it forever.
His hands clumsily felt up the tight fabric on her chest and grasped at whatever he could find. He cupped her tits against his calloused hand, sliding them underneath her cushiony bra. His cold fingers met with her nipples, perky and sensitive from the cold and the arousal. She let out a sharp exhale as his cold hands met her warm body. He let himself melt into her.
His other hand was gripping her thigh, thumb against the waistband of her pants, eager to dip underneath. Her worn apron and work shirt were already thrown somewhere on the floor. They were the first to go in this lustful disorder.
It started first with staying back late to clean up the mess left in the kitchen after the dinner shift. Carmy always stayed the latest, pedantic with his methods in keeping everything in order. He didn’t expect Y/N to stay behind with him. The others left early, surely having better things to do on a Friday night.
The cleared up the chaos in silence at first but slowly started talking when Y/N suggested chugging the vodka Carmy intended for some flambé dish. He always advised against being drunk in the kitchen but he couldn’t find himself denying her.
The two pulled away to breath, faces red and hair matted from sweat. She looked at him carefully, wordlessly moving his hand down to her waist and letting him undo her slacks. Y/N kicked them off as Carmy wrapped his strong arms around her, placing her agains the cold metal counter. In sync, their lips met again and Carmy gracelessly shoved her panties aside and pushed his fingers into her.
She winced at the sudden sensation but this was quickly replaced with a cry of pleasure as his fingers toyed with her insides.
“So fucking wet …” he let out, between breaths.
“For you”, Y/N added, her eyes lidded and her words barely coherent between her whimpers. Carmy felt an aching in his stomach at hearing that. A sense of pride mixed with intense lust, a straight shot to his dick.
“Don’t s-stop Carm..” she cried out and groaned when he did just that. She stared at him intensely, biting down on her lip. Carmy brought his fingers, which were now coated in her, up to his lips. She moved her hand to hold his and led his fingers into his mouth. He closed his eyes and relished in the taste.
A flavour he could not decide on, something entirely unique. He had no basis on what to think of it as. All he knew what that he could taste her endlessly.
He opened his eyes slowly and met hers. She raised her hands, placed them on his head and pushed it downwards. He followed her every move, wanting to fulfil her every desire. He met face to face with her pussy, dripping from the stimulation. The counter underneath her was drenched in sticky pools of sweat and such.
Carmy looked up at her with his eye wides, practically begging for guidance. As if she had heard his thoughts, she said, “say it, tell me what you want.”
He hesitated for a moment, trying his hardest not to sound incredibly pathetic but nothing could really stop that from happening. After all, he was already on his knees for her, worshipping her like a goddess.
“I .. I want to taste you”
She gave him a stern look, clearly wanting more.
“Please, I need it .. please”.
“Good boy,” she replied, a smile crossing her face. She ran her fingers through his long hair, gripping it. Carmy whined desperately and pushed his face against her. His face now cushioned between her thighs, he let his mouth explore her in depth, basking in her taste. His ardour was only fuelled by her sonorous moans and the tight grip on his hair.
Carmy’s eyes moved upwards and just gazed idly into her, baby blues piercing into her soul. She looked back, eyes glazed over and breathing heavily. Sweat rolled down her body, bouncing against her tits; it glistened angelically in the bright kitchen light. An unspoken moment passed and she pressed his face deeper into him, throwing her head back as the tip of the nose pressed against her clit. He used this opportunity to devour her.
“Fuck.. Carmy.. I’m gonna…” her voice trailed off as Carmy slipped his fingers inside her, fucking and sucking simultaneously. The soft breathy moans turned into almost-screams by this point and Carmy felt her grip on him tighten.
He sped up, enjoying the noises which sounded like better than music ever conceived. “Cum for me baby,” Carmy mumbled against her pussy, still working his fingers inside her.
“Yea… right there… Carm.. Carm— Car— fuck—” her thighs shook as she came, legs crossing around his neck.
Carmy let himself bask in the sweet taste of her, tongue dipping into every crevice and licking away at the saccharine nectar. He might’ve just found his new favourite food. If he could taste her endlessly, he would. His fingers slowed down as she came to her release and finally he pulled out.
Face drenched in sweat and sweetness, Carmy stood up slowly. Y/N panted deeply sat up, closing her legs and pulled Carmy towards her. Their lips met and Carmy’s insides melted as the delicious taste of pussy lingered. His arms wrapped around her soft body, the toned muscles holding her for dear life it seemed.
He was sure the whole kitchen was imbued with the scent of her sex, thankfully they were still in the process of building. Carmy wasn’t ready for a health hazard.
“Carm,” Y/N spoke in a soft voice.
“Hmm?”
“Fuck me”