Dancing in the kitchen

Dear world,
Yes, I dance around in my kitchen while baking... I can't be the only one.
Sincerely, can I?
Let's find out.

Maria stopped the mixer with a sigh and stuck her finger down in the sugar and egg mix before slowly licking it clean. She giggled and looked over at Joan who were sitting by the kitchen table, reading a magazine.
"Come and taste this," she said with a grin and dipped her finger. J0an looked up with an expression telling Maria she hadn't heard what she had said. Instead she took matters into her own hands, went over to her girlfriend and painted her lips with the mix. Joan smiled faintly and licked it off before pulling Maria down on her lap and kissing her.
"Would you believe this, Kim Kardashian's marriage is over already," she said in what Maria knew to be her I-pretend-to-be-serious-but-really-I-couldn't-care-if-I-tried voice and pointed at the magazine.
"Really?" Maria replied in a very fake surprised voice and tried getting up again, but she was held back. "Come on, I want to get this cake done." She leaned in towards Joan and put her forehead towards the other girl's.
"But I want you more than the cake," Joan said with a grin and kissed the smaller girl again before letting her go. Maria grinned back, went back to the kitchen counter and turned up the radio.
"I love this song!" Maria exclaimed as Ricky Martin's Livin' la Vida Loca started blasting from the speakers of the small stereo beside her and she turned up the volume further before her body began dancing almost on its own accord. Joan looked up from the magazine again and smiled as Maria was rolling her hips, shoulders, head and about everything else that could be rolled while she was using the spatula as a microphone. She wasn't singing aloud, just mouthing the words, but Joan couldn't help but be fascinated at the way her lips also rolled sensually around the silent words.
"Her lips are devil red," Joan mouthed back as she got up and put her arms around Maria, who in no sense stopped dancing as her neck was kissed. Joan didn't even make an attempt at dancing with her, compared to the smaller darkhaired vixen she was stiff as a board and could barely do the robot. What she could do was caress the tan skin with her tongue and get batter in her hair as Maria tried embracing her back and smashed the spatula in her head. Both girls giggled before resuming their activities, Maria dancing around on the kitchen floor and dragging Joan with her as the latter licked her way down to the collar bone, humming slightly and sending tingling vibrations through most of Maria's body.
Maria tried to do another hip-thrust and was surprised to find Joan's hands in the way and a second later to find herself pressed against the wall as Vengaboys' Boom Boom Boom took over for Ricky Martin on the radio. Joan's lips showed a small smirk as she looked down on the buttons on Maria's blue shirt and slowly began opening them. Maria laughed and kissed the blonde's chin before she continued her dancing pressed against her and the wall.
Joan took her time getting the buttons open and stopped to admire the view of the maroon bra cupping the breasts that seemed almost just a tad too big on the curvy, but petit girl. Her finger traced the edge of the fabric several times before her finger slipped inside and teased the nipple. Maria arched her back as part of her dancing and managed to smack Joan on the head with the spatula again.
"Give me that," Joan said mock-sternly and removed her hand from the bra to grab the spatula and smacked Maria on the nose with it. Maria grabbed it back and slapped Joan lightly on the cheek with it before she laughed. Joan laughed herself before leaning in and licking the batter from her nose, earning a strange purring from Maria before she returned the favour.
"Not a bad batter," she concluded before she freed herself and went over to the counter again. Joan followed her and embraced her from behind as she got a new spatula and poured the batter into the cake tin.
"You're a good cook, you know," Joan said and began rocking her hips slowly from side to side against Maria's backside as the radio began playing Britney Spears' Crazy. "What's up with the radio today?"
"God knows, but you like it," Maria said and freed herself again long enough to put the cake in the oven and turn on the timer before turning back to Joan and getting captured between the counter and the blonde.
"I do not like Britney Spears," Joan said firmly. "You might, but you got a few screws loose."
"That's because you drive me crazy," Maria said with a grin and thrust her hips towards Joan and licked her lips. Joan groaned at the stupid joke before putting her elbows over Maria's shoulders and following it up with combing her fingers through the thick locks of hair. Maria smiled and put her hands on the counter and easily jumped up before kissing Joan's lips slowly and throughoutly. Joan leaned in and put her hands on the other girl's, and soon enough her lips were travelling south, over her chin and towards the breasts.
"You're impossible," Maria laughed, but arched her back to allowed Joan to slip her shirt over her fingers and unclasp the bra before cupping her hands around the breasts. They were lifted enough to form an impressive cleavage Joan's tongue could dip in and out of, sending shudders through Maria. Joan looked up from her from the cleavage and blew a raspberry down in it, making both girls collaps in laugher a second later.
"Fine, I am impossible," Joan confessed when their laughter roars had faded to the occasional giggle and she pulled herself from lying on top of Maria on the counter. Maria smiled back and sat back up, discovering she had put her elbow in the emptry batter bowl, but it had still got pretty sticky. She held it out in front of Joan, made puppy eyes and for extra good measure straightened her back to show off her bust. Joan rolled her eyes before putting one hand under the brunette's underarm, tickling the soft skin slightly as she let her tongue explorer the unfamiliar texture of the elbow. "You, on the other hand, are evil, crazy and absolutely to eat up," she said in between licks and ended it with a little bite.
"Yes, do eat me," Maria said dryly and made an unsuccessful attempt at either looking at her elbow or licking it herself. Joan quirked an eyebrow at her before opening the button on her jeans. Maria gave her a scandalised look and tried pushing her away, but Joan was both bigger and more determined and after under a minute of struggling Maria lifted her bottom from the counter and let both jeans and underwear be removed. "This is very unhygenic," she noted as Joan got down on her knees.
"It's also very fun," Joan replied and placed Maria's legs over her shoulders before kissing the inside of her thigh. Maria purred again and Joan wondered briefly how she managed to make that sound and how it always made Joan's blood boil in her veins before she closed her teeth on the firm and tense muscle, tasting the new-washed, warm skin and feeling a hand grab at her hair and pull her inwards. She didn't resist and her nose brushed against the short line of pubic hair just as the timer went off.
"Just a minute," Maria said, pushed Joan away again and jumped off the counter. She retracted and stood up, she could wait a minutes if she got to see her stark naked girlfriend take a cake out of the oven and hearing her gasp as the warm air enclosed her sensitive skin in that minute.

It's done, it's at least twice as long as the last time we met Joan and Maria, it's not beta-read (I might do it myself this time), I have a feeling it's not very good and I'll be happy to hear some critisism one way or another.