The kitchen was filled with the aroma of freshly baked bread, the oven still humming with residual heat. She stood in front of the counter, her long, wavy chestnut hair cascading over her bare shoulders, her perfect, firm breasts bare and glistening in the soft light. She wore only a pair of thin, silk panties, the dark fabric contrasting with her pale skin.
She heard the front door open and close, the sound of his heavy footsteps as he made his way towards the kitchen. She turned to face him, her heart pounding in her chest, her body already tingling with anticipation.
He stopped in the doorway, his eyes taking in the sight of her, his breath hitching in his throat. She smiled, her full lips curving into a seductive grin, and took a step towards him.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she whispered, her voice husky and low.
He swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving hers as she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close. She felt his hardness press against her, and she moaned softly, her body already responding to his touch.
He leaned down, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together as they tasted each other. She moaned again, her hands reaching down to caress his chest, her fingers tracing the outline of his muscles.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, nibbling and licking at her sensitive skin. She gasped, her head falling back as he continued to kiss and lick his way down to her breasts. He took one hard nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently, and she cried out, her body arching towards him.
He continued to explore her body, his hands roaming over her curves as he kissed and licked his way down to her panties. He hooked his fingers into the waistband, pulling them down slowly, revealing her bare, wet pussy.
He knelt before her, his eyes locked on her as he leaned in and ran his tongue along her slit. She moaned, her hands reaching down to tangle in his hair as he began to lick and suck at her clit.
She was already close, her body trembling with need as he continued to pleasure her. She cried out, her orgasm crashing over her as he continued to lick and suck at her, drawing out every last moment of her pleasure.
He stood, his hard cock pressing against her as he kissed her again, his tongue exploring her mouth as she tasted herself on his lips. She reached down, her hand wrapping around his hard length, and began to stroke him.
He groaned, his head falling back as she continued to stroke him, her hand moving up and down his shaft. He reached down, his fingers finding her wet, swollen pussy, and began to stroke her in time with her movements.
They stood there, their bodies moving together as they pleasured each other, their moans and cries of pleasure filling the kitchen. She felt him tense, his cock twitching in her hand as he came, his hot cum spilling over her fingers.
They stood there, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they caught their breath. She smiled, her hand still wrapped around his softening cock, and leaned in to kiss him again.
“Welcome home,” she whispered, her voice soft and sultry.
He smiled, his arms wrapping around her as they stood there, their bodies entwined in the afterglow of their passion.
The kitchen was still filled with the aroma of freshly baked bread, but now it was mixed with the scent of their lovemaking, a sweet and musky perfume that would linger in the air long after they were gone.
