In the heart of the kitchen, a woman named Isabella stood, her long hair cascading down her shoulders. The room was filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods, a sensual feast for the senses. Her perfectly round, firm breasts were barely contained by the thin fabric of her nightgown, and she knew she had an admirer.
Behind her, a man named Ethan couldn’t take his eyes off of her. His gaze was intense, filled with desire. He approached her slowly, his movements measured, as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Isabella leaned back into him, her body molding to his.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Ethan whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her skin.
Isabella turned to face him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Good morning, yourself,” she replied, before pressing her lips to his. The kiss was slow and sensual, their tongues dancing together in a rhythm as old as time.
Ethan’s hands roamed over Isabella’s body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples through the fabric of her nightgown. She moaned softly, her body responding to his touch.
Without breaking the kiss, Ethan lifted Isabella’s nightgown over her head, revealing her naked body. His gaze raked over her, taking in every inch of her.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire.
Isabella smiled, her hands reaching down to unbutton Ethan’s pants. She stroked his hard length, her fingers wrapped around him tightly.
Ethan groaned, his hips thrusting forward. “Fuck, Isabella,” he muttered, his hands gripping her hips.
Isabella sunk to her knees, her mouth closing around Ethan’s cock. She sucked and licked, her tongue swirling around the tip of him. Ethan’s hands fisted in her hair, guiding her movements.
“Yes, just like that,” he groaned, his hips thrusting forward.
Isabella took him deeper into her mouth, her throat relaxing to accommodate his size. She hummed with pleasure, her tongue swirling around him.
Ethan’s fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her back. “I need to be inside you,” he growled, his eyes dark with desire.
Isabella stood, her body pressed against his. “Then take me,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear.
Ethan lifted Isabella onto the kitchen counter, spreading her legs wide. He pressed the head of his cock against her entrance, teasing her.
Isabella moaned, her hands gripping the edge of the counter. “Please, Ethan,” she begged, her voice breathy.
Ethan thrust forward, filling her completely. Isabella’s back arched, her body trembling with pleasure.
Ethan began to move, his thrusts slow and deep. Isabella met him stroke for stroke, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
Their moans filled the kitchen, mingling with the sound of their bodies slapping together. Ethan’s fingers found Isabella’s clit, rubbing slow circles around it.
Isabella’s breath hitched, her body tensing. “Yes, oh god, yes,” she cried out, her orgasm washing over her.
Ethan followed her over the edge, his own release triggered by the feel of her orgasm around his cock. He collapsed onto her, his body spent.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies slick with sweat.
“Good morning, indeed,” Isabella murmured, her fingers tracing patterns on Ethan’s back.
Ethan chuckled, his lips pressing against her neck. “The best morning I’ve had in a long time,” he replied, his voice filled with contentment.
