Chapter 98 The Hot New Caramel Chef (4)

• The kitchen was a cocoon of heat and shadows, the dim lights casting a soft glow over Kabelo’s caramel skin as he kissed me, his lips hungry, his tongue tangling with mine. My black dress clung to my curves, my breasts pressed against his bare chest, my pussy throbbing in my soaked thong. His hands were on my ass, squeezing through the fabric, his fingers grazing my bare skin under the hem, and I moaned into his mouth, tasting the sweet spices on his tongue—paprika, honey, a hint of something wild. My hands roamed his back, nails digging into his muscles, my body melting into him, the world shrinking to just us.
• Kabelo pulled back, his lips shiny, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. “Let’s make this fun, yeah?” he said, his South African accent thick, his voice low and dirty, sending a shiver through me. Before I could ask what he meant, he stepped away, his hand lingering on my hip, and opened one of the kitchen cupboards. My heart raced, my pussy clenching as he pulled out a jar of vanilla cream, the kind used for desserts, its label catching the light. He twisted it open, his smirk wicked, and dipped his fingers in, scooping out a dollop of the thick, sweet cream.
• “Open your mouth, Susan,” he said, his tone commanding but playful, his eyes locked on mine. I obeyed, my lips parting, my breath hitching, and he poured the cream into my mouth, the sweet, rich flavor coating my tongue. I moaned, my eyes fluttering, and then his lips were on mine again, kissing me deep, both of us sucking the vanilla, our tongues swirling, the sweetness mixing with the heat of our kiss. It was messy, delicious, my pussy dripping, my nipples aching against my dress as I pressed closer, my hands gripping his shoulders.