In the heart of the home, a woman stood alone. Her long, golden hair cascaded down her back, shimmering in the soft glow of the kitchen lights. She was completely nude, her perfect breasts on display in all their glory. Her nipples were hard, betraying her arousal.
She had been cooking, lost in the rhythm of chopping and sautéing, when she felt his gaze on her. She looked up, meeting his eyes, and felt a shiver run down her spine. He was watching her with a hunger that made her wet.
She set down her knife, her heart pounding in her chest. She licked her lips, her gaze never leaving his. She knew what he wanted, and she was more than willing to give it to him.
She moved towards him, her hips swaying hypnotically. She reached out, running her fingers through his hair. He groaned, his eyes closing in pleasure. She leaned in, pressing her lips to his.
Their kiss was hungry, desperate. She could feel his hands on her body, touching her, exploring her. She moaned, her body arching into his touch. She could feel his hard length against her, and she knew he wanted her.
She broke the kiss, looking into his eyes. “Fuck me,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
He didn’t need to be asked twice. He picked her up, setting her on the kitchen counter. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him close. He thrust into her, filling her completely.
She cried out, her head falling back. He started to move, his hips pistoning in and out of her. She could feel every inch of him, and she loved it.
She reached up, grabbing onto the edge of the counter. She used it for leverage, meeting him thrust for thrust. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing.
He must have felt it too, because he started to move faster, his hips slamming into hers. She cried out, her body shuddering as she came. He followed soon after, his release filling her.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies slick with sweat. Then he pulled out, setting her back on the counter. She smiled at him, her eyes shining with pleasure.
“That was amazing,” she said, her voice soft.
He nodded, his eyes dark with desire. “It was,” he agreed. “But we’re not done yet.”
And with that, he picked her up again, carrying her out of the kitchen and into the bedroom. They had a lot more exploring to do.
