It was a warm summer evening, and the kitchen was filled with the tantalizing aroma of dinner being prepared. Sarah, a woman with long, flowing auburn hair, stood at the counter, her back towards the door. She was naked, her perfect, round breasts on display, her nipples already hard with anticipation.
Behind her, her husband, Mark, entered the room. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. He had been wanting her all day, and now, here she was, in all her glory. He approached her, slowly, not wanting to startle her.
“Sarah,” he whispered, as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
She leaned back into him, her body fitting perfectly against his. He could feel her heart racing, matching his own. He pressed his lips to her neck, kissing her gently, his hands roaming over her body.
Sarah let out a soft moan, her body responding to his touch. She turned her head, meeting his lips with hers. Their kiss deepened, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths.
Mark’s hands moved up, cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. Sarah gasped, her body arching into his touch. She reached behind her, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
Mark’s other hand moved down, over her stomach, and lower. He found her wet and ready for him. He slipped a finger inside her, and she moaned, her body grinding against his hand.
“Mark,” she breathed, “I need you.”
