Butter Timer

Butter Timer

“I’m hot.”

Joe glared at his wife as she pulled items out of the fridge. “It’s ninety degrees outside and you’re baking cookies. What do you expect?”

She grinned at him, “Joe, I’m hot. Come here.”

“Oh shit,” Joe backed away; why hadn’t he seen that before now? She was flushed. Loose auburn curls, fallen from a sloppy high bun, stuck to her face. Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief. Oh yeah, he was in trouble.

She didn’t move toward him, just held out the stick of butter, “Take it.”

Confused, Joe shook his head, “What the hell for?”

Still grinning, Carri sauntered over to stand in front of him and held out the butter. When he took it, she ran one hand over the sensitive flesh hiding beneath the soft cotton of his athletic shorts. “I’m hot for you.”

Joe’s cock responded instantly, slowly filling and swelling, “What’s that got to do with butter?”

Taking his hand, she led him through the kitchen, grabbing a small bowl from the dish drainer on their way through. Joe silently followed her out the sliding glass door and across the expansive deck; she set the bowl atop one of the wooden posts.

“I need that butter melted to make cookies. But to concentrate on making cookies,” She leaned in and nibbled his ear, “I need other desires satisfied.”

Breath hitching, Joe shivered as her hand worked its way inside his shorts. She was on fire. He laid the butter in the bowl, not taking the time to remove the wrapping. “Carri, Love, tell me what you have in mind.”

Her fingers wrapped loosely around his throbbing cock, “First, you better unwrap that butter, then you have until it’s melted to make me scream. I don’t want to think about the heat or the sun or the cookies, I just want you so deep inside me that I can taste you.”

Joe’s heart stuttered and his cock jumped beneath her hand, “For shit’s sake, Carri!”

She squeezed the head of him, firmly applying pressure as she pulled away, “You’re wasting time.”

Joe fumbled with the butter, desperately trying to remove the wrapper from the already softening log as Carri took a few steps away from him and lifted her shirt over her head. He watched, panting as she unhooked her bra, letting loose her full breasts, and let it fall onto the wooden floor. She’d hooked her thumbs into her silk shorts and begun to push them over her hips when the wrapper finally came free. He flung it across the deck, dropped the stick into the bowl and in two long strides reached her.

Her eyes widened, twinkling with desire as he knelt before her and jerked the shorts down her thighs. Her entire body was flushed, trembling, as he ran his tongue shallowly through the space between her dripping nether lips, “Damn, Baby, you’re already so wet.”

He stood, wrapped one arm around her waist and lifted her, sliding the towel hanging across the railing beneath her ass as he placed her awkwardly on the railing. “Balance for me, Baby.” When she started to argue he dropped to his knees, his face fitting perfectly between her thighs. She cried out as he spread her open with his fingers and buried his tongue inside her.

She was velvet honey. Her juices coated his fingers and slid sweetly down his throat as he slid his tongue in and out of her slick hole. She rocked back and forth, her head thrown back as he devoured her. He replaced his tongue with two fingers, leaving a trail of soft kisses up to her clit. He suckled it into his mouth, grazed it with his teeth as he fingered her. Over and over again she whispered his name until his cock ached from the wanting.

Standing, Joe shoved his shorts to the ground and in fluid movements, captured Carri’s mouth as his thick mushroomed head sought shelter. He entered her slowly, allowing her to accommodate the invasion. Half-way inside, he retreated, pulling out of her before burying himself completely. He stilled, attempting to regain some sense of control.

“Joe, Baby, fuck me,” she growled “Hard and fast, before that butter boils.”

He’d never been so turned on in his life. He lifted her from the railing, turned her away from him, laid her over it and took a deep breath as her pink little ass shot up into the air, welcoming him. He bent, his tongue seeking the puckered crevice hidden between beautiful cheeks. When she cried out, her breathing shallow and hard, Joe stood, positioned himself at the tight entrance and with a groan of his own, slid himself inside.

Carri arched into every thrust. Reaching around, he rolled her clit between his thumb and forefinger as he drove into her. She screamed, her muscles clenching, forcing his orgasm. He cried out, his body joining hers in the melody of release.

After taking a minute to catch his breath, Joe withdrew from her and helped her get her feet on the ground before turning to the perfectly melted bowl of butter. He grinned, “Think you can concentrate on making me my cookies now?”


Word Count: 869
Written for: "The Weekly Quickie Contest" 
Prompt: Write a story that involves melted or melting butter. And not in a figurative sense. I want to see actual melted butter used somewhere in the story.