Melissa, a 28-year-old woman with long, dark hair and a voluptuous figure, stood in her kitchen. She was naked, her perfect, firm breasts on display. The cool air of the room made her nipples harden, and she couldn’t help but feel a shiver of excitement run down her spine.
She had been cooking when she heard the front door open, and she knew it was her husband, Mark, returning home from work. Melissa had always had a bit of an exhibitionist streak, and she couldn’t resist the thrill of greeting him in nothing but her birthday suit.
Mark walked into the kitchen, and his eyes widened in surprise when he saw Melissa standing there. “Honey, what are you doing?” he asked, a smile spreading across his face.
“I thought I’d make you dinner,” Melissa replied, her voice husky with desire. “But I couldn’t wait any longer to greet you properly.”
Mark crossed the room in two strides, wrapping his arms around Melissa and pulling her close. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as Melissa moaned with pleasure.
Mark’s hands roamed over Melissa’s body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. Melissa arched her back, pressing her body against his, feeling his hardness against her stomach.
Mark broke the kiss, his lips trailing down Melissa’s neck to her breasts. He sucked and bit at her nipples, causing Melissa to gasp with pleasure.
Melissa ran her fingers through Mark’s hair, pulling him closer. She could feel herself growing wetter by the second, her body begging for more.
Mark’s hand drifted down Melissa’s stomach, and he slipped a finger inside her. Melissa moaned, her hips bucking against his hand as he explored her.
Mark added a second finger, and Melissa’s breathing grew ragged. She could feel herself on the edge, and she knew she was close.
