Jake woke to something hot and moist coaxing his cock to attention, and to
something else equally stirring, the aroma of fresh baked cinnamon buns filling air. He breathed in the
scent of the warm bread layered with a hint of coffee. Moaning his pleasure at the sensation generating from
his loins, he cracked an eye open. He saw Miriam's head bobbing as she engulfed his stiffening shaft, her
honey gold hair curtaining his hips.
Growling, Jake took a handful of her luscious
mane and held her head in place. "That feels so incredible," he murmured, feeling her tongue glide over his
penis as it expanded in her mouth. His stomach rumbled as the cinnamon buns continued to tantalize him.
"Christ. . . " he muttered, moving his hips.
The combination of her sweet mouth sucking him and the tempting
cinnamon buns was too much. Jake came as Miriam milked him, splashing his semen down her throat. She cupped
his balls in gentle palms, keeping him hard as she slid her lips up and down his cock. Jake arched his
body as her tongue teased along his length.She finished with a tender kiss on the
mushroom head of his cock. She erected herself and stared down at him, admiring her handy work.
"Come here," Jake whispered, gripping her arms as he dragged her along his
prone body.
Miriam held him off, saying, "Not until you've eaten. The buns are
getting cold."
Jake's dark blue eyes
slanted as his calloused hands slid along her smooth, round ass beneath
his work shirt that she liked wearing. "They feel hot to me." He drew
her closer and kissed her deep with long explorations of his tongue.
Her tongue tasted of sex and cinnamon and this caused his penis to
quiver. "You've been sampling them already."
The deepness of his
voice caused her breath to catch and her nipples rubbed against the
fabric of the shirt she wore. Jake massaged them through the material,
bringing them to hard points. "Among other things," she sighed.
Jake sat up, bringing her with him. The aroma of her musk mingled with the
cinnamon and coffee scents permeated the air surrounding them. He reached down to
cover her hot, tender flesh with his palm. He wasn't surprised to find her snatch wet for him. "Just as
I thought," he whispered hotly.
"What did you think?" Miriam's question was thick as her tongue tripped
over the words.
"You came for me, I can smell your sweet release." He cupped her chin and
lowered his mouth to hers once more. Miriam gave in to him, unable to ignore his demanding lips.
Everything about this man aroused her, even the sound his stomach continued making as he took her deep
into the kiss. She squirmed in his embrace and sat up, extracting herself from his hold.
Jake heaved a great sigh and watched her pour him coffee from a French
press. He took it when she offered it to him and sipped the steaming black brew. It burned its way into his
awareness but did nothing to ease his raging hard on. He was loaded, and for the moment, had nowhere to spend it.
"They're best eaten while still hot, darling." Miriam said as she proffered
him a gooey cinnamon bun. Jake moved to bite it; she pulled it away, slowly luring him. She bit into it,
never taking her eyes off of him.
Jake stared, his gaze
glued to her mouth as she sank her teeth into the pastry. Her tongue
came out to play along her lower lip as she licked it clean of the
sugary glaze. Jake sipped his coffee deliberately, scrutinizing her. He
put the mug beside the tray on the table next to the bed.
Miriam straddled him then, offering him the bun once more. This time, Jake
grabbed her small wrist and held her hand still while he took a healthy bite, consuming most of what
remained. He nibbled at the rest until it was gone and proceeded to lick her fingers, sucking each into his mouth one
at a time.
She was held captive as she watched his full lips feast on her fingers and
she felt her pussy twinge. Jake moved his hands to her small waist and lifted her onto his rigid penis,
impaling her. The grunt he forced from her shot back through him as he
pierced her molten womb. He stared into her gray eyes, feeling her sweet
fire rain down over his stiff shaft.
"Jake." She whimpered as her inner muscles gripped him and
quivered around him. He bit back a curse, stripping her of the shirt she wore
and he cupped her breasts. Her large nipples grazed the center of his hands.
Miriam watched as he released one and reached for another cinnamon bun. He
used the bun to gently smear sugar glaze on each of her sensitive nipples.
She waited for his lips to follow but instead he held the bun out to her, tempting her to take a bite.
She shook her head, "After you."
Jake glanced down at cinnamon bun and then back at her. "Together?" His
query was soft with a deep hoarseness.
She could only nod, speechless as she felt his cock reach to her depths,
touching her very center.
He ran the pastry across her lower lip, leaving a trail of the sticky
glaze, enticing her until she took the bait, biting into it. Jake did the same and they each took alternate bites
until the bun was finished. As they ate, both began to move rhythmically, their hips working in delicious unison as
Miriam sucked on Jake's fingers, removing the glaze from them. Jake dragged his last finger from
her honey lips and kissed them with a tempered edge. He used his tongue to blaze a path from her mouth to her
succulent iced nipples and then ravished them. His tongue was abrasive silk against her skin and he bit her
nipples as he fondled her breasts with gentle hands.
Miriam bent her body so that Jake could have complete access to he. He
moaned his appreciation, licking her clean of the icing. She gyrated her hips a little, grinding on
him and Jake gripped her by the ass, forcing her down on him. A ragged breath escaped him as he felt her fire
scorch him.
Miriam threw her head back, arching her body to accommodate him. She was on
the threshold of her passion and Jake was sharply attuned to her. His was so
hard now it hurt him. If he continued, he would bring them both to a crashing
orgasm. Not yet. He wanted something else, more of her sweet pussy and he lifted her off him.
Her cry floated throughout the bedroom as Jake flipped her onto her back.
He kissed his way down to her wetness and breathed in her heady musk sex, spreading her thighs. Miriam
lifted her head and stared down at him while he gazed into her glistening snatch. She opened her thighs
more for his viewing pleasure.
"That's it," he rasped, "let me see it."
The deep roughness in
his voice caused Miriam's stomach to flop and she reached down to bury
her fingers in his thick auburn hair as he lowered his mouth on her,
lifting her by her buns. Jake knew they were running out of time. In an
hour they would be dressed for work; he in jeans, his foreman's work
shirt and steel toe boots, and she in the sensible clothes she favored
wearing to teach at the Montessori school. He would drop her off and
continue to the job. At the moment, however, he had other business to
attend to.
He sank his teeth into Miriam's mound and grazed for a time before
continuing to her pool of nectar. His tongue sampled her offering as he moved his hand down. He ate her while
inserting two long fingers into her, flattening his free hand on her stomach, pushing her down as his buried
fingers hit their mark.
Miriam's body jerked, the spasm controlling her as Jake's fingers stroked
the spot that drove her wild. He watched her wriggle like a hooked worm on a fishing pole and the noises she
made seeped into his hazy consciousness. He moved his fingers in a diabolical rotation, eliciting a
wail that came from deep within her. She tried pushing up against his hand; he pressed down while continuing his
nerve shattering strokes. She strained under his touch, keening his name as she released onto his
fingers.
"Shh . . . easy, I'm right here, Miriam, " he whispered, lowering his
mouth to her now flowing core. Releasing her pleasure knob, he slid his tongue along her slit, back and forth, with
maddening measure until she came on it, coating the surface. Jake made an incoherent sound, reveling in her
release. He lapped up all her juices, caressing her quivering sex with his tongue.
"My turn." The words
soft as he gave her pussy one last lick. He thrust his cock into her,
pushing deep until he was up to his balls. Among the lingering scent of
cinnamon buns and coffee, he made love to Miriam, taking her with
rhythmic penetrating strokes. He filled her, yet with each thrust he
found he couldn't get deep enough. It was always this way with her and
he hoped it never changed. He felt the thunder pounding at the base of
his spine and as he came all he could think of was that he would never
look at cinnamon buns the same again, nor coffee for that matter.
Easy Cinnamon Buns
Makes 4, just enough to tempt and tease.
3 tablespoons sugar
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1-1/4 cup flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
1/4 teaspoon salt
2 tablespoons unsalted butter, chilled
1 large egg
1/4 cup milk
1/4 teaspoon vanilla Icing
3-1/2 tablespoon confectioners sugar
1 teaspoon milk
Preheat oven to 375 degrees.
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In a small bowl, combine 2 tablespoons sugar with the cinnamon; set
aside.
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In a large bowl, sift the flour with the remaining 1 tablespoon
sugar, baking powder and salt. Cut butter into small pieces and work into the flour mixture with your finger until a
coarse, crumbly texture develops.
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In a medium bowl whisk the egg with 3 tablespoons of milk, and the vanilla;
add to the flour mixture until just blended.
Turn out onto a lightly flour work surface and knead with a gentle touch
(to keep the dough nice and tender).
Roll dough into a 10x6 inch rectangle about 1 inch thick. Brush dough with
some of the milk that's left and sprinkle the surface with the cinnamon sugar.
Roll dough into cylinder, starting from the short side of the rectangle. You should have a roll about 6 inches long.
Cut the roll into 4 equal parts and place the slices on a lightly greased baking sheet with the cut sides facing
up. Make sure the ends are tucked to the inside. Bake buns at the center of the oven until light golden brown, or
for about 18 minutes.
While buns are baking, make the icing by whisking the milk and confectioners sugar
together until smooth. Drizzle over buns while they are still warm.
*Alternately, you could by the cinnamon rolls that Pillsbury makes and the
same results, I suppose, but
would it be as stimulating?
Originally Published September 2008