In the warm glow of the kitchen, a woman with long hair and perfect breasts stood, completely nude. Her name was Isabella, a woman of 28 with a passion for cooking and a love of the sensual. She ran her fingers through her hair, letting it cascade down her back as she reached for a whisk.
The door creaked open, and in walked her lover, a man named Gabriel. He was a tall, dark-haired man of 32, with a muscular build and piercing blue eyes. He took in the sight of Isabella, his eyes roving over her curves and lingering on her breasts.
“You’re early,” Isabella said, a smile playing on her lips.
Gabriel stepped closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I couldn’t wait to see you,” he said, his breath hot on her neck.
Isabella tilted her head back, giving him better access to her neck. Gabriel took advantage, nibbling and licking at her sensitive skin. Isabella let out a soft moan, her body responding to his touch.
Gabriel’s hands traveled upwards, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. Isabella arched her back, pressing her chest into his touch. She reached down, running her hand over the bulge in Gabriel’s pants.
“Someone’s eager,” she said, a teasing note in her voice.
Gabriel chuckled, his hands never stopping their assault on her breasts. “You have no idea.”
Isabella pulled away, just enough to slip out of Gabriel’s grasp. She turned, presenting her back to him.
“Then show me,” she said, her voice low and sultry.
Gabriel didn’t need any further encouragement. He stepped close behind her, his hands resting on her hips. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck. Isabella shivered, her breath hitching in her throat.
Gabriel’s hands traveled downwards, over the curve of her ass and between her legs. Isabella parted her legs, giving him access to her wet folds. Gabriel groaned at the feeling of her warmth, his fingers sliding easily through her wetness.
Isabella reached behind her, fumbling with the buttons on Gabriel’s pants. She managed to free his cock, her hand wrapping around his length. Gabriel hissed at her touch, his hips bucking forward.
Isabella stroked him, her hand moving up and down his shaft. Gabriel’s fingers moved faster, his thumb circling her clit. Isabella’s moans grew louder, her body trembling with pleasure.
Gabriel couldn’t take it any longer. He lined his cock up with Isabella’s entrance, thrusting forward in one swift motion. Isabella cried out, her nails digging into his hips.
Gabriel started to move, his hips thrusting forward in a steady rhythm. Isabella met him thrust for thrust, her body moving in time with his. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the kitchen, along with Isabella’s moans and Gabriel’s grunts.
Gabriel reached around, his fingers finding Isabella’s clit once again. He rubbed her in time with his thrusts, sending Isabella over the edge. She cried out, her orgasm rippling through her body.
Gabriel followed soon after, his hips stuttering as he came inside her. Isabella milked him, her body still trembling with aftershocks.
Gabriel pulled out, his cock still semi-hard. Isabella turned, giving him a lazy smile.
“Welcome home,” she said, her voice still husky with pleasure.
Gabriel returned her smile, his arms wrapping around her waist once again. “Best welcome home ever,” he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
Isabella leaned into him, her head resting on his chest. They stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the kitchen still filled with the evidence of their passion.
