In the heart of the kitchen, a woman with long, flowing hair and perfect, firm breasts stood naked. Her name was Isabella, a woman of 30 with a body that could make any man’s heart race. She had just finished washing the dishes, her wet hair sticking to her back and her full breasts heaving with every breath she took.
As she reached up to wring out her hair, she felt a pair of strong hands on her hips. She jumped, startled, but then relaxed as she felt the warm breath of her lover, Ethan, against her ear.
“You’re so beautiful, Isabella,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her earlobe.
Isabella leaned back against him, feeling his hard length pressing against her soft curves. She reached up, entwining her fingers in his hair as he trailed kisses down her neck.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Ever since I saw you in that kitchen, with your hair wet and your curves on display.”
Isabella turned in his arms, her eyes meeting his. She could see the desire burning in his gaze, and she felt her own need rising to match it.
“Then take me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Here, now.”
