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�God d/amnit!� Pacey heard his wife curse as he opened the door to their apartment. Rushing towards the kitchen where Joey�s curses could be heard, Pacey stared, dumbfounded at the scene that lay before him. With her hair tied in a messy bundle, smears of chocolate-brown that trailed from her cheek down to Joey�s neck and her brows scrunched up in concentration and frustration as she cursed at a misshapen, oddly looking chocolate cake, Joey Witter was an adorable sight to behold. �Stupid cake.� Joey muttered. �Why didn�t you rise? You just had to sink, didn�t you? And you, icing, you�re no better! You�re meant to cover up the mess the cake made! But noooooo�..you just had to refuse to help. I don�t know why you�re all conspiring against me. I told you Pace made partner, didn�t I? I did. So we decided we were going to make his favorite today, a nice delicious chocolate cake. We had a pact, remember? It�s not very nice for the two of you to renege on our pact.� Joey scowled at the hapless looking cake and the chocolate icing that dripped from the sides of the cake. �Sweetie, you made me a cake?� Pacey whispered in awe although his voiced tinged with mirth at the antics of his wife. �Pace!� Joey glanced up, surprised to see her husband. �You�re not meant to be home yet.� �I did tell you I was coming home early.� Pacey reminded Joey. �I know but I wasn�t expecting you this early. Or rather for me to be running this late. I deliberately came home earlier today. I had it all planned out. I�d bake you your cake and decorate it. I�d be finished in 2 hours and afterwards I�d shower and get dressed. Only the cake isn�t co-operating.� Joey pouted a little. �Which means my plans are ruined and you have this ugly, oddly shaped cake.� �It looks fine Jo.� Pacey comforted. �In fact from where I�m standing it looks absolutely delicious.� �Pacey! How can you even say that?� Joey protested as she examined the cake critically trying to see if Pacey was seeing something she was not. From behind Joey, Pacey reached out with his finger dipping into the icing before his tongue immersed itself in the chocolate goodness that lay beckoning him on Joey�s skin. �Hhhmm�� Pacey moaned. �Absolutely delicious, just as I suspected.� �Pacey.� Joey scolded as she tried to turn and look at Pacey. Joey was trapped in between the kitchen bench and Pacey, as she wriggled around trying to escape his grasp, an overwhelming rush of desire coursed through Pacey�s body. She gasped a little, Joey�s eyes dilating as she felt her husband�s hardness behind her while Pacey continued to lick the chocolate icing off her neck. Joey allowed herself to relax for awhile, enjoying Pacey�s embrace and his affectionate, sensual administrations. Finally Joey pulled away. �Pacey, we can�t do this.� Joey protested. �Why not?� Pacey murmured, busy placing tiny butterfly kisses across Joey�s collarbone. �We have reservations.� �Cancel them.� �Pacey�� Joey half laughed. �No seriously, Jo. We don�t need to go out. We have chocolate cake. And chocolate icing. And�� Pacey walked towards the fridge pulling out various items. �And we also have strawberries. And...look here! A can of whipped cream! And of course we have each other.� �Pacey.� Joey rolled her eyes, grabbed the strawberries off Pacey and opened the refrigerator door again. �We are not having chocolate cake, chocolate icing, strawberries, whipped cream and each other for dinner.� The refrigerator door slammed shut. Joey looked up at Pacey in surprise, noticing that he now had her pinned against the fridge, a determined look in his eye. �Can I urge you to reconsider?� Pacey whispered huskily into Joey�s ear. She shivered at the sound of his words and the feel of Pacey�s body pressed against hers. �Ma-ay-be.� Joey stuttered. The strawberries, delicate, fragile fruit that they were, were crushed due to the pressure of Pacey�s body against Joey�s. Sweet, stickiness trickled down Joey�s chest. �Good.� Pacey answered before his eyes gazed down at the crushed strawberries lying temptingly on the top of his wife�s chest. �It looks like you�ve made a mess my dear. Here, let me help you clean up.� The buttons of Joey�s shirt popped off as Pacey hurriedly ripped off her shirt. Joey�s white bra was stained with the redness of strawberries. Bending his head Pacey licked the strawberry juices away. He pushed Joey a little forward, accidentally banging her against the fridge door and somehow squirting whipped cream out of the can and all over Joey�s body. �Pacey!� Joey squealed feeling the coldness of cream on her shoulder. Pacey just gave his wife a mischievous, wicked look before he quickly discarded his clothes. Soon Pacey and Joey were panting heavily as their bodies slammed together, banging onto the door of the fridge. The fridge moved forward a little by the pure force of their actions and moved forward some more as the banging continued. Sweat trickled down both their faces and their skin glistened in the light; sweaty, sticky and creamy. �You know what we�re missing, sweetheart?� Joey whispered. �We couldn�t possibly be missing anything.� Pacey refuted. �Not even chocolate cake with chocolate icing?� Joey queried, her eyes dancing. �After all, I did make the cake especially for you.� �Then we wouldn�t want it to go to waste.� Pacey agreed. Still connected, with Joey�s legs wrapped around Pacey�s waist, Pacey strode a few long steps carrying his wife and himself to the kitchen bench where the chocolate cake, icing dripping down from it, lay. Briefly pulling out and away, Pacey settled his wife on top of the kitchen before, with one swipe of the hand, removing all the contents that lay on the kitchen bench, save for the chocolate cake. Grabbing a bit of the chocolate cake Pacey carefully fed it to his wife. Joey was not so careful. �Oops.� She announced, innocently. Chocolate cake lay smeared across Pacey chest. Pacey shook his head in mock disgust before flinging some of the cake at Joey. They exchanged blows, throwing bits of cake at one another until the kitchen and Pacey and Joey were a mess. Finally out of chocolate cake ammunition Pacey resulted in tickling his wife who burst out in a fit of giggles and tried to squirm away, falling down instead on top of the kitchen bench. Pacey�s eyes widened with desire. His very gorgeous, very naked wife covered in chocolate cake, icing and the remnants of strawberries and cream lay spread out before him on the kitchen bench. The perfect dinner. Pacey decided then and there that he was feeling extraordinarily hungry. Quickly Pacey clambered onto the kitchen bench so that Joey was lying beneath him. His mouth was soon filled with chocolate goodness and cream. They took turns eating from one another; sweet, decadent, rich food. They sated their appetites on chocolate cake, cream, crushed strawberries and one another. When Pacey entered Joey once more, their bodies were slick from sweat and saliva with sticky reminders of the food they had once devoured. Clutching the top of the bench while Joey clung onto him Pacey moved, gathering rhythm, his thrusts quick and constant. Joey�s legs, entwined with Pacey�s, trembled with force and sensation. She gazed up at the ceiling staring at the pure whiteness that overwhelmed her. Her mind was hazy, her vision was blurred and all Joey could do was feel. She could feel her husband as he entered and exited. His movements were fast, so fast, like a freight train at full speed. So fast that before Joey could blink Pacey was in and then out of her, as if he could not bear to be apart but the desire for pleasure made movement necessary. Soon it all became too much, soon the whiteness of the walls became darkness as Joey closed her eyes and screamed, soon Joey�s body wracked with tremors shook and shook and shook some more. Pacey hugged his wife tightly as she trembled, as she squeezed him and milked him and brought him over the edge from love and desire. When their bodies had calmed, Pacey and Joey lay entwined on their kitchen bench exhausted but happy. �We forgot to cancel the dinner reservations.� Joey remembered. Pacey looked up at the clock. �We can cancel them now or we can still go out to dinner if you want.� �I�m not really hungry anymore.� �We�ll cancel them then.� Joey nodded as Pacey carefully got up off his wife, feet landing on the kitchen tiles, before he helped Joey down. �This place is a mess.� Joey sighed. �I better start cleaning.� �Need any help?� Pacey offered. �You can help later. First you need to cancel the dinner reservations.� �I�ll go cancel them.� �Good boy.� Joey said, slapping Pacey�s bare butt as he walked passed her. Pacey turned around in surprise. �After you finish canceling the reservations you can back and help me clean the kitchen.� Joey instructed. �Then we can go in the shower and clean ourselves.� Pacey rushed off to make the phone call because afterwards there was some urgent cleaning that needed to be done. |
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