In the heart of a bustling city, there was a high-rise apartment building that towered over the rest. On the top floor, in a modern and sleek apartment, lived a woman named Isabella. She was a striking figure, with long, flowing auburn hair that cascaded down her shoulders and onto her back, framing her face and her perfect, perky breasts. She stood in her kitchen, completely naked, preparing a late-night snack after a long and grueling day at work.
The sound of the front door unlocking echoed through the apartment, and Isabella’s heart skipped a beat as she felt a rush of excitement and anticipation. She knew who it was – her lover, Ethan, was home from his business trip. She didn’t bother to cover herself up as she heard his footsteps getting closer, and she couldn’t help but feel a shiver of pleasure run down her spine as she imagined what was to come.
Ethan entered the kitchen, and his eyes widened at the sight of Isabella standing there, completely bare and vulnerable. He took a moment to drink in the sight of her, from the curve of her hips to the fullness of her breasts, and he felt his cock stirring in his pants.
“Well, hello there,” Ethan said, a grin spreading across his face. “I see you’ve started without me.”
Isabella turned to face him, her eyes locked on his, and she bit her lip as she felt a wave of desire wash over her. She took a step towards him, her hips swaying seductively, and she reached out to touch his chest.
“I couldn’t wait any longer,” Isabella said, her voice low and husky. “I need you, Ethan. I need to feel you inside me.”
Ethan’s hands went to Isabella’s waist, and he pulled her close, their bodies pressing together. He leaned down to kiss her, their lips meeting in a passionate and urgent kiss. His tongue explored her mouth, and Isabella moaned softly as she felt her arousal growing.
Ethan’s hands roamed over Isabella’s body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. Isabella arched her back, pressing herself closer to him, and she reached down to stroke his cock through his pants.
“Fuck, Isabella,” Ethan groaned, breaking the kiss. “You’re so wet, so ready for me.”
Isabella nodded, her eyes shining with desire. “Yes, please, Ethan. I need you now.”
Ethan didn’t need any more encouragement. He quickly stripped off his clothes, his eyes never leaving Isabella’s. She watched as he revealed his hard, thick cock, and she licked her lips in anticipation.
Ethan stepped closer to Isabella, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. He lifted her up, and she guided his cock to her entrance, moaning as she felt him slide inside her.
They began to move together, their bodies moving in a rhythm that was both primal and intimate. Ethan thrust into Isabella, again and again, and she matched his movements, grinding against him and moaning with pleasure.
Their moans filled the kitchen, mingling with the sound of their bodies slapping together. Isabella reached down to touch herself, her fingers working her clit as Ethan continued to fuck her. She felt the pressure building inside her, and she knew she was close.
“Oh, Ethan, yes,” Isabella cried out, her voice hoarse with pleasure. “I’m going to cum, oh fuck, yes!”
Ethan’s thrusts grew more urgent, and he felt his own climax approaching. He reached down to touch Isabella’s clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts, and she cried out as she came, her orgasm washing over her in a wave of pleasure.
Ethan followed close behind, his cock twitching as he filled Isabella with his cum. They collapsed onto the kitchen counter, their bodies slick with sweat and their breathing heavy.
They stayed there for a moment, basking in the afterglow of their passion. And then, with a contented sigh, Isabella pushed herself up, her legs still wrapped around Ethan’s waist.
“Welcome home,” she said, a smile on her face.
Ethan grinned, and he kissed her again. “I’m glad to be back.”
