āDo you not speak English? I said come here.ā
He reluctantly joins me on the other side of the counter. He has a look of suspicion on his face, not used to me making such commands.
āNow. Close your eyes.ā
āWhy?ā He raises an eyebrow at me, and smirks.
āI said. Close. Your. Eyes.ā
Finally he does, and I take a giant scoop of the freshly made whipped cream and quickly place it on his nose.
I start laughing as he takes a quick step back and opens his eyes. He goes cross eyed as he registers what just happened. I giggle, taking in the moment.
āYouāve got something on your cheek.ā
I wipe my cheeks fervently. āWhere?ā
āRight.... here!ā He takes a scoop and wipes it on me.
This exchange continues until we are both covered in the whipped cream, leaving barely enough for the cake thats baking. He takes another scoop from the bowl, and aims for his next target. I open my mouth, teasingly. āI still havenāt had a taste~ā I laugh.
Not one to be beaten, takes this moment to place his finger in my mouth, wiping the whipped cream on my tongue. Itās so sweet. I close my mouth around his finger, licking ever last morsel from the tip. Suddenly, his face turns bright red.
āDid... Did it taste good?ā
My heart skips a beat. āUm. yeah. Itās really fluffy.ā
He looks away for a second, calculating.
āDo.. do you.. want another taste? To see if itās missing anything, of course.ā
āUh.. I mean.. Of course. to see if it needs more vanilla. Or something.ā
He takes a small scoop, and this time places it directly on my tounge, but doesnāt pull his finger away. I carefully close my mouth around him, and move my tongue, wrapping it around his finger, not missing a single drop of that whipped cream.
Instead of removing his finger, he pushes it into my mouth slightly further. I start sucking on his finger, enjoying the salty taste of his soft skin. He carefully removes his finger, wipes a bit of cream from my face, and places his finger into his own mouth.
āYouāre right, itās delicious.ā