In a modern, spacious kitchen, a woman named Isabella stood in front of the sink, her slender figure illuminated by the soft morning light streaming through the window. She was in the midst of washing the dishes, her long, wavy chestnut hair cascading down her back, a few loose strands framing her face.
As she leaned over the sink, her perfectly round, firm breasts pressed against the front of her tight, white tank top, the outline of her nipples clearly visible beneath the thin fabric. The top clung to her skin, accentuating her ample cleavage. She wore only a pair of low-rise jeans that hugged her hips, leaving her midriff exposed.
Lost in thought, Isabella didn’t hear the front door open, followed by footsteps approaching the kitchen. Suddenly, she felt a warm breath on the back of her neck and a pair of strong hands gently caressing her hips. Startled, she turned around to find herself face-to-face with her husband, Ethan, a tall, muscular man with short, dark hair and piercing blue eyes.
Ethan wrapped his arms around Isabella’s waist, pulling her close and pressing his hardening cock against her belly. He looked deep into her eyes, his gaze filled with desire, and leaned in to kiss her. Their lips met in a passionate, lingering kiss, their tongues dancing together as they explored each other’s mouths.
Isabella moaned softly, her hands reaching up to tangle in Ethan’s hair as she deepened the kiss. He slid his hands up her back, expertly unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts spilled out, her nipples already hard and aching for his touch.
Ethan broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He nibbled and licked her earlobe, eliciting a soft gasp from Isabella. He continued his descent, cupping her breasts in his hands and taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue.
Isabella arched her back, her head falling back as she surrendered to the pleasure. She ran her fingers through Ethan’s hair, pulling him closer. He continued to lavish attention on her breasts, alternating between her nipples, his hands roaming over her body.
As he kneaded her ass, Ethan could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, soaking through her jeans. He slipped his hand between them, rubbing her through the denim. Isabella moaned, her hips bucking against his hand.
Ethan unbuttoned her jeans, slowly pulling them down her legs, revealing her smooth, bare skin. He knelt before her, his face level with her pussy, and inhaled deeply, taking in her musky scent. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with desire, and parted her folds with his fingers.
Isabella watched as Ethan’s tongue darted out, licking her from bottom to top. She moaned, her legs trembling as he continued to explore her with his tongue. He sucked and nibbled on her clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
As she approached her climax, Isabella’s moans grew louder, her hands gripping the edge of the sink for support. Ethan slipped a finger inside her, curling it up to hit her G-spot. She cried out, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.
Ethan stood up, his lips glistening with her juices. He kissed her again, sharing her taste. Isabella could feel his hard cock pressing against her belly, and she reached down to stroke it through his jeans.
Ethan broke the kiss, his breath hot and heavy. “I need you, now,” he growled, his eyes dark with desire.
Isabella nodded, her own desire matching his. She led him to the nearby kitchen table, pushing the dishes aside and climbing onto it. Ethan followed, his hands on her hips as she spread her legs wide.
He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock slick with pre-cum. He looked at her, seeking permission. Isabella nodded, her eyes filled with desire.
Ethan thrust into her, filling her completely. Isabella cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as he started to move. He pumped in and out of her, each stroke sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.
Isabella wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. She met his thrusts, their bodies slapping together in a primal rhythm.
Ethan reached down, his thumb finding her clit. He rubbed it in circles, sending Isabella over the edge. She screamed his name, her pussy clenching around his cock as she came.
Ethan followed her, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his seed. He collapsed on top of her, both of them panting and covered in sweat.
As they caught their breath, Isabella looked up at him, a satisfied smile on her face. “Welcome home,” she whispered, her arms wrapped around his neck.
Ethan smiled back, his lips finding hers in a gentle kiss. “I missed you,” he murmured, his hands caressing her body.
They stayed there, wrapped in each other’s arms, until their heart rates returned to normal. The kitchen was a mess, but they didn’t care. They had each other, and that was all that mattered.
