Part 9 (1/2)
She paused and looked into my eyes before asking me, ”Do you trust me? I mean, really trust me? If this gets uncomfortable or anything, just tell me to stop and I will, okay?”
”Oh G.o.d, Caity, if I get any more turned on, I'll come without you touching me! This is all fine and I do trust you. I trust you with my heart, mind, and body. Please, please make love to me!”
She turned around after giving me a gentle kiss. She pulled out the first toy, a vibrating bullet, and started rubbing it over my overheated body. She began at my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, running it over my painfully hard nipples before using her tongue and lips to soothe the ache. As she used her mouth on my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, she ran the vibrator down my stomach and I could feel the muscles twitch and clench as it circled my navel.
”That feels so amazing, honey,” I groaned as she continued to play with my body. I could feel how wet I was already and she hadn't even touched below my waist.
Caity groaned, ”You taste so d.a.m.n good! I could feast on you for days. I hope you aren't tired, baby, no rest for you today!”
She moved the bullet down towards my v.u.l.v.a but only ran it lightly across before she ran it down one thigh in a tantalizingly slow tease. I bucked my hips, trying to make contact with something but all I found was air. She chuckled and moved the vibrating bullet up the other leg and stopped just short of my center. I groaned and started trying to get relief by grinding into her hand. She was having none of that. I was forced to wait as I felt my c.l.i.t grow as hard and erect as it ever had before.
”Ready for some more fun, baby? I'm not even close to done yet,” said Caity. ”I've got a few other things to do to you before you can come. Can you hold out if I promise it will be worth it?”
I was starting to sweat and I couldn't stop my hips from moving as she glided over me, but I nodded and grimaced. ”Please, Caity, soon, I need you. I need to come!” I could hardly speak, all I could focus on was that hand, the buzzing near my c.l.i.t and the pounding pulse between my legs. Caity leaned away from me, grabbing something from behind her and slathered lube on it quickly.
She looked me in the eye again asked, ”Are you sure you're ready? I wouldn't want you to come too soon.”
She leaned over me and gave me a kiss that stole my breath. Tongues were battling. I could hardly tell whose tongue was whose, whose lips were whose. It didn't matter, all that mattered was the contact of that sweet mouth and those talented hands. Oh those hands, I felt them moving up my legs again, brus.h.i.+ng the bullet against my opening, teasing around the edges as I thrust towards it. Her other hand moved something else between my a.s.s cheeks, a small d.i.l.d.o. I stiffened briefly, but she kissed me again and I relaxed into it. She eased it into me and I felt my c.l.i.t stiffen even more. Caity kissed her way down my body, teasing, licking, nibbling, and soothing my hot body even as she excited it further.
”Babe, you smell so good! You're so hot and wet. Is this for me? Do I do this to you?”
There was something like wonder in her voice, but also a little pride. She groaned and leaned her head down, brus.h.i.+ng her lips against my l.a.b.i.a. I felt myself tighten as she slowly pushed a finger into me and ran her tongue up my c.l.i.t, just once.
I couldn't stop myself. My hips started bucking, my legs spread as far as they could, and I started crying out for relief. ”Please, please! Suck me, let me come, Caity! Oh, Caity, I love you so much, please let me come.” Over and over, I heard myself beg for release.
”Soon, baby, so soon. I promise, it will be worth the wait.”
Her words worked to inflame me so much that I thought I would lose it right then. She suddenly slipped the small d.i.l.d.o the rest of the way into my a.s.s as she started licking and sucking my c.l.i.t hard and fast. I thought I might die from the sensation of her fingers in me as she worked the d.i.l.d.o in my a.s.s, and sucked me off.
”Oh, oh G.o.d, oh, Caity! I'm gonna come, I'm coooomming!” I lost it, I shuddered and bucked without control as bright lights went off behind my eyes. I felt her ease out of me and soothe my c.l.i.t gently with her tongue before she moved up the bed to hold me. I couldn't move. I still felt tremors moving through my body. The last thing I remember is her holding me tightly and telling me to take a nap.
I awoke to find Caity stroking my hair gently. I looked up at her and saw a twinkle in her eyes and I was fairly certain what had put it there. ”Can't get enough of me, huh?” I teased.
She leaned down to kiss me, nibbling at my lower lip. ”Not really. Are you complaining?” She raised her left eyebrow and looked at me, trying not to smile.
”Who me? What am I crazy? A beautiful woman wants to make love to me and I'm dumb enough to complain? I think not! The question is, does that woman want more time in bed, or is it time to feed her stomach? I heard that little growl just now.” I grinned up at her before nibbling at her neck.
”Hmm, well, I like the bed idea, but honestly, it will be here and I'm starving! Cook something for me, anything at all. I love when you cook for me.” She batted her eyes in a satirically coquettish manner.
Laughing, I tossed the blanket aside, grabbed some sweats from the dresser, and pulled on a T-s.h.i.+rt. ”Your wish, is my pleasure to fulfill. Any special requests? If I have the ingredients, I will make it.”
Caity's brow wrinkled in thought before she exclaimed, ”I have a craving for your Matzo Brie! Do you have what you need?”
Now, I should explain, I'm not from a Jewish family, but my grandmother's best friend was Jewish and she learned to make Matzo Brie from her. The dish was handed down in our family and it was something I adored. A true comfort food for me.
”I have good news, I happen to have all the stuff I need. I'll go get it started.”
Caity said she'd be down in a few minutes, so I headed into the kitchen to rummage around for my special pan. Normally, I believe in multi-purpose kitchen tools, but for this dish, I had a special, very heavy, steel with copper sandwiched inside, oval omelet pan. It was at least forty years old and was something from my grandmother. This pan has only been used for this dish ever, and it will stay that way. I won't be the one to tempt fate! It has a hinge holding two identical pans together so it can be folded up. That way the mixture can be flipped for perfectly even cooking on both sides.
I found the pan, resting in the special bag I keep it in so that it doesn't get damaged between uses. I pulled it out, rinsed it, and put it on the counter to dry. I gathered the ingredients and implements I would need before getting started on the actual food preparation. I heard Caity coming down the stairs so I figured it was time to start the bacon.
”Can I help with anything?” asked Caity.
”If you want to grab some juice for us, and the plates, that's plenty, I've got the rest. Besides you earned a breakfast.” I tried to leer at her as I said that, but I never really learned how to leer properly, so she laughed at me.
”If you're sure, then I'll keep you company while you cook. Now that we're together, can I learn how you make this stuff?”
”Sure, I'll talk you through it, it's pretty easy. First, I'm going to put the bacon in. Then I'll get the rest started.”
I laid out the bacon on a broiler pan, so the fat would drip away, and put it in the oven. I'd started it preheating while I was gathering things, so that it was fully heated. Next, I grabbed the eggs and matzo. ”Ready? First lesson, crack the boards of matzo up into bits about an inch square, give or take. Put them in a colander and run some hot water over them. Just enough to get them wet, but not too mushy. Let that drain while the onions get diced.”
”I could have done the onions, honey.”
”Oh, I know, but it is how I time the drying process.” I took the medium sized sweet onion, and cut it into a rough chop, with bits just smaller than the size of the matzo pieces. I turned on the burner and started heating the special pan.
”Okay, here is where there are differences. Some people swear by b.u.t.ter, other people use oil. I tend towards either really good b.u.t.ter, or I just use a bit of spray stuff from a can. Today, I think we can spare the calories, so I'm using the Danish b.u.t.ter I picked up last week.”
”Wow, I must have done something well, you love that stuff.” Caity actually looked impressed that I would use that b.u.t.ter. She was so cute that I had to kiss her.
I went over to her and leaned down. ”I love you even more.” I kissed her on her forehead and went back to my cooking duties. I turned around and saw her blus.h.i.+ng, which made me need to look away before I sc.r.a.pped breakfast and took her on the floor.
Clearing my throat, I continued, ”Now that the pan is hot, the b.u.t.ter goes in and coats both sides of the pan. Once it is coated, I toss in the onion and give them a shake to get them all coated before closing up the lid and turning down the heat a bit. I want them to start to caramelize, not fry. Are you with me so far?”
”Oh yeah, I'm with you, sweetie.”
Somehow, she had snuck up behind me and held me from behind as she spoke. I wasn't complaining, I just couldn't figure out how she had managed it.
”Careful, no distracting the cook while she's working with flames.” I did lean back into the embrace for a moment before reluctantly leaving her arms to get the eggs ready for the pan.
I cracked the eggs, two per person and this pan was large enough to accommodate that amount of food and then some. I whipped them together with about two tablespoons of water, a dash of salt, some freshly ground white pepper, and a dash of white table sugar. Once it was combined, I gently folded in the damp matzo bits. That meant it was time to shake up the onion some more and give it a quick peek.
Everything looked great, the onions were translucent and getting soft but still had some texture. I pulled the pan off the heat, scooped the onions into the egg mixture, and stirred gently. I recoated the pan with a bit more b.u.t.ter and gently poured the mixture into the pan before closing the lid and setting the pan on a medium-low flame. Caity watched in silence as I worked, but she stayed close enough to rest a hand on the small of my back most of the time.
I cleared the debris into the garbage can and sink before pulling the bacon out of the oven to drain. The magic pan was starting to release a fragrant and wonderful odor of cooking onions and eggs. I checked the pan by raising the lid carefully. The top of the mixture was still slightly soupy but the edges were firm. I ran a silicone spatula around the edges to ensure the super sized omelet was loose enough for the next maneuver. I closed the lid and looked at Caity. ”This is it, mess this up and I ruin the presentation, and according to some, the taste. Ready?”
She nodded at me and smiled. ”I really love your dramatic flair, it's so cute!”
I mock glared at her before I readied myself. ”One, two, three. Voila!” As I counted, I lifted the pan and readied my grip. On three, I quickly and gently flipped the pan and gave it one, and only one, tap on the burner. When I said ”Voila,” I opened the lid to show the entire omelet had flipped without sticking, and we could see a perfect, lightly browned side facing us.
Caity clapped for me and I took a half bow. ”I know, I know, it is hard to live up to the high standards I've set here today. But if you follow my example and train for years, you too could make a perfect Matzo Brie!” I was laying it on thick but I figured she started it, so it was only fair that I play it up.
”Goofball! It is impressive and I'm starving. I'll get the plates.”
When she brought the plates over, I slid the entire dish onto one plate, even though it hardly fit, and dusted the top with a little more table sugar. I cut it in half, moved one half to the second plate and divided up the bacon. We took the dishes to the table and prepared to enjoy the feast.
”I remember the first time you made this for me. I thought you were nuts, bringing your ”special pan” and adding sugar to a savory dish.”