It was a hot summer evening, and the house was filled with an uncomfortable silence. Sarah, a woman in her early thirties, stood in the kitchen, her long brown hair cascading down her shoulders. She was completely naked, save for the apron she wore, which did little to hide her perfect, perky breasts.
She was waiting for him, her heart racing with anticipation. She had been thinking about this moment all day, imagining the things they would do to each other. She heard the front door open and close, and then footsteps approaching.
He walked into the kitchen, his eyes immediately drawn to her. He took in the sight of her, his gaze lingering on her breasts before traveling down to the rest of her body. She could see the desire in his eyes, and she felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine.
“I see you’re ready for me,” he said, his voice low and husky.
“I’ve been ready all day,” she replied, her own voice barely above a whisper.
He crossed the room, closing the distance between them. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. She could feel the heat of his body, and she pressed herself against him, feeling his hardness against her belly.
He leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue explored her mouth, and she met his advances with her own. She could feel herself getting lost in the moment, her body responding to his touch.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, nibbling and licking as he went. She tilted her head back, giving him better access. She could feel herself getting wetter, her body preparing itself for what was to come.
He reached down, cupping her breasts in his hands. He kneaded them gently, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. She gasped, her body arching into his touch. He continued to tease her, his fingers grazing over her sensitive flesh.
He bent down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked and licked, his tongue swirling around the hard peak. She moaned, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge.
He moved his attention to her other breast, giving it the same treatment. She was panting now, her body on fire. She could feel the wetness between her legs, and she knew she was ready for him.
He slipped his hand between her legs, his fingers finding her wet and ready. She gasped as he began to stroke her, his fingers sliding over her clit. She could feel herself building, her body tensing as she got closer and closer.
He slipped a finger inside her, and she moaned, her body clenching around him. He began to move his fingers, fucking her slowly. She could feel herself getting closer, her body tensing as she prepared to come apart.
He quickened his pace, his fingers moving faster and faster. She could feel herself on the edge, and then she was falling, her body shaking as she came.
He continued to stroke her, drawing out her orgasm until she couldn’t take it anymore. She pushed his hand away, panting and gasping for breath.
“I need you inside me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
He didn’t need to be told twice. He positioned himself at her entrance, and then he was inside her, filling her completely. She moaned, her body adjusting to his size.
He began to move, his hips thrusting as he fucked her. She wrapped her legs around him, meeting his thrusts with her own. She could feel herself getting closer and closer, her body tensing as she prepared to come apart again.
He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He began to stroke her, his fingers moving in time with his thrusts. She could feel herself getting closer, her body tensing as she prepared to come apart.
And then she was there, her body shaking as she came. He continued to thrust, his own orgasm following close behind.
They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat. She could feel his heart racing, matching her own.
“That was amazing,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Yes, it was,” he replied, his own voice equally as husky.
They lay there for a few moments, their bodies entwined. And then they got up, cleaning themselves up before getting dressed.
They went back to their lives, but they both knew that they would never forget this moment. It was a memory that would stay with them forever, a reminder of the passion and pleasure that they had shared.
