A Homemade Treat

5 YEARS AGO

Thomas walked through the backdoor and into the mudroom of his home and was instantly hit with the smell of cinnamon and fresh baked cookies as he dusted the Boston snow off his shoulders. He smiled as he entered the kitchen and saw Rachel moving to and fro in her red plaid pajama bottoms, a long sleeve t-shirt, and a Christmas-themed apron wrapped nicely around her body.

“Who are you and what did you do with my wife?”

Rachel whipped around, nearly spraying out a blob of frosting from the piping bag in her hand.

“Thomas?! What are you doing home? I thought you were Mom or Dad.”

Thomas smiled. “Did you run them off already?”

“No, but they just left. The kids wanted to show them the train at the town square and see Santa again. But seriously, why are you home early?”

Thomas hung his coat and walked over to Rachel. “You never answered my question. You’re not my wife. She’s all about sexy power suits and ordering take-out. Dressing down and baking is definitely not her thing.” Rachel smirked and stepped closer, raising the piping bag up to his mouth. “I was hoping for something sweeter, but…” He then took her hand in his and moved the tip of the bag to her lips, squirting a bit of the frosting into her mouth before he leaned down to kiss her. Her tongue moved into his mouth and he could taste the sweet cream on her tongue.

Thomas lingered in their kiss as he pulled Rachel into his arms. He had seen his in-law’s car missing from the drive and from Rachel’s story, he knew that they and the kids were gone so there was no fear of being caught in their brief moment of intimacy. Their kiss continued until the ding of the timer broke the moment.

“I better take those out before they burn.”

Thomas reluctantly let go of his wife and leaned back against the counter as he watched Rachel resume her command of the kitchen, something not so different from her command of a courtroom, albeit with far less flour.

“I like this.”

“What? Me being the domestic little housewife?” Rachel teased.

“No. Just you seeming more relaxed and in the moment. Still you, but more in the here and now.”

“Honestly, I needed a break from my parents and this was a good excuse. Plus, you know baking relaxes me… at least whenever I have time to actually do it.”

“And as much as I enjoy your baking, my midsection has thanked you for not doing it as much, but it doesn’t mean I don’t miss it.”

Rachel smiled. “So did they let you leave early?”

“Of course not. I had to march into Scrooge’s office and demand we be allowed to leave early. I told her I would not tolerate us being worked to **** during the holidays.”

“She let you leave early then.”

Thomas smiled. “Yeah. She did. And good thing too or else I would’ve missed out on fresh baked cookies.” Thomas then reached out for one of the cookies and Rachel smacked his hand.

“They have to cool,” she said, wiping her hands on her apron.

“What about the others?” he asked, looking behind him at another tray that had already come out of the oven.

“They’re cooling too. I was just testing the frosting, but the kids wanted to help frost the little gingerbread men. So when they get back that’s what we’re doing.”

Thomas reached in for his wife again. “There she is. My wife with a plan.”

“Hey! Don’t pick on me about being organized. You’d be lost without me.”

Thomas then brushed a wisp of her blond hair from her face and back around her ear. “I certainly would be.”

He leaned in, taking in the scent of her light and flowery shampoo before dipping down to kiss her again. The brief hints of the warm cookie smells seemed to envelope her and despite the chaos of hosting his in-laws for the holidays, and having two little ones running around their new home, that he still had a chore list of things to work on, he felt calm and at peace. His hands then moved down her back and took hold of her ass as he pulled her in tight. Rachel had been self-conscious about it after the kids, but Thomas liked how her hips had flared out a bit and her ass had plumped after her pregnancies. It was still firm as she insisted on working out, doing yoga and Pilates, and getting back into shape after each pregnancy, but her young, pre-baby body was gone and Thomas was just fine with that. He had fallen for her before when she was the tiny, spitfire blonde, but the added curves gave her a more mature feminine quality that was a whole new turn on for him. After all, they were due to be forty in a few years, him before her, but still… Rachel was still as sexy as ever.

After a few moments Rachel pulled away and looked up at him with those beautiful blue eyes of hers as she undid her apron. “I’m mostly done here. Just need to clean up a bit, but…” Thomas looked down at her, still holding her in his arms. “... since the kids are gone and it’s just us…” she said with a naughty grin.

“I really hope you’re suggesting what I think you’re suggesting and it’s not something else like, ‘hey, let's do the taxes’ or ‘let’s re-alphabetize the spice rack’...” Rachel just shook her head and started tugging him away from the kitchen. “Should I bring the frosting?”

Rachel laughed. “No.” She then pulled her apron off and set it on the counter. “Just come get me.”

Rachel then bolted off toward the living room and to the staircase. She was barefoot, but Thomas was still in his socks so he plodded after her on the tile floor, careful not to fall and go from ‘about to have sex’ to ‘a trip to the ER’, but once he hit the carpet of the stairs he was able to catch up and took hold of Rachel from behind, causing her to yelp as they fell down onto to the stairs. Thomas winced a bit at the sudden jab to his back as he embraced Rachel from taking the fall.

Her hand embraced him, checking if he was okay, but he responded with a passionate kiss as his hands began to roam her body, snaking up under her shirt, feeling her warm skin on his fingertips. She tugged and pulled at his shirt, first trying to unbutton it, but eventually pulling it up and over his head. He reciprocated by tugging and pulling off her shirt, revealing her soft bra underneath, before he buried his face into her chest as he cupped her breasts in his hands. She let out a soft moan as he hungrily kissed her bare flesh. It had been too long and with his in-laws in the house and running around with the kids they hadn’t had time together, something they did their best to not let happen, but life always found a way to keep them busy or tired.

Thomas then felt Rachel’s hand moving over the bulge in his pants, forcing a satisfied groan to escape his mouth as he continued his trail of kisses up her chest and to her neck. It had been so long that he was already rock hard and ready when her tiny fingers ran over his cock. Part of him wanted to fuck her right there on the stairs, but he knew they needed to move their little midday tryst further up the stairs, just in case.

Almost as if reading his mind or being so in sync, Rachel slipped away and crawled up the stairs in a dash, continuing their mock little chase. Thomas shook his head as he watched Rachel’s plaid covered ass wiggle and move up the stairs.

With his pants slightly undone Thomas chased Rachel and caught her as she reached the top of the stairs, causing her to fall forward and let out another playful yelp and giggle. He had her legs and she was pinned. She tried to wiggle around, but he held her still as he reached up and peeled down her pajama bottoms and panties, exposing her lovely bare bottom. He admired her for a moment as she looked over her shoulder at him. He then leaned down and began sprinkling small kisses over the warm, soft flesh of her ass, nibbling on it a few times which made her moan and sigh.

Thomas then took hold of Rachel’s hips and pulled her up onto her knees as he slid back down the stairs a bit. She tried to sit up, but he nudged her forward and she bent over, causing her ass to push back toward him. The gentle pink folds of her pussy were just inches from his face and it had been too long since he had tasted her. Despite his growing desire to hurry up and do a quick one and done like they had so many times lately, he wanted to risk it and make this last. He buried his face into her, first taking in her scent and then letting his tongue snake out and taste her, feeling her wetness on his lips.

Rachel let out a soft moan as she relaxed and leaned into the carpet as Thomas’ tongue and lips began to slowly devour her. Her wetness grew with each lick and kiss and Thomas began tasting more of her as his tongue traced along the edges of her lips before sucking on them gently in-between kissing and licking her.

Rachel continued to moan her approval and this just turned Thomas on even more. He loved turning her on and making her wet. For him, half the pleasure was turning on the other person. This had been a new thing for Rachel when they got together as most of her previous boyfriends and her fiancé had been more selfish in bed. She was happy to give, but always felt shy when receiving. It was such an odd characteristic for someone so in charge in all the other aspects of her life, but over the years they had found their rhythm. It was a dance that was more about moving together rather than one taking the lead, though Thomas knew that Rachel was in-charge most of the time.

Rachel’s breathing quickened as Thomas continued his hungry **** on her pussy, having now moved his hand up between her legs and finding her soft little button with his thumb, teasing it and pushing her further to the edge. He was ready to taste more of her as he knew she was ready for more, but she pulled away again and turned around to face him. He scanned her flushed face, trying to see if something was wrong, but before he could ask she pulled him in and kissed him hard.

“Bedroom. Now,” she said as she broke their kiss.

Thomas smiled as he watched her get up and kick out of her pants and panties as she stood over him. The soft trimmed curls of her pussy stared back at him as he followed her movements as she pulled off her soft bra, exposing her shapely breasts, leaving her completely naked in front of him. She complained that her breasts had sagged too much after the kids, but they still seemed perfect to Thomas, if not a bit larger than when they first got together. She smiled down at him as she caught him admiring her. He didn’t see her the way she saw herself, but he supposed that was how most women were. For Thomas, he knew he was a lucky man.

She then hid her smile as she chewed on her lower lip before she turned and sprinted down the hall toward their bedroom. Thomas shook his head again as he gathered himself and continued after her.