The sun shone through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow on the tiled floor. Sarah stood at the counter, her long auburn hair cascading down her back as she chopped vegetables for dinner. Her perfect breasts were barely contained by the thin fabric of her tank top, the nipples hardening in the cool air of the room.
She felt a presence behind her and turned to see Jack, her husband of five years, enter the kitchen. His eyes trailed down her body, lingering on her chest before meeting her gaze. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, nuzzling her neck.
“Mmm, you smell good,” he whispered in her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.
Sarah leaned back into him, closing her eyes as his lips found hers. She parted her lips, allowing his tongue to explore her mouth. His hands wandered up her body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples through the fabric of her top.
“Jack,” she moaned, grinding her ass against his growing erection.
He slipped his hands under her top, his fingers finding her nipples and rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. Sarah arched her back, pushing her breasts further into his hands.
Jack trailed his lips down her neck, planting wet kisses along the way. He reached the top of her tank top and pulled it down, exposing her bare breasts. He took one in his mouth, swirling his tongue around her nipple as Sarah ran her fingers through his hair.
“Yes, Jack,” she whispered, her breath hitching as he switched to the other breast.
Jack’s hands wandered down Sarah’s body, slipping under the waistband of her shorts. He found her wet and ready, his fingers easily sliding inside her. Sarah moaned as he started to move his fingers in and out of her, matching the rhythm of his fingers with his tongue on her nipple.
Sarah pulled away from Jack, turning to face him. She dropped to her knees, her eyes locked on his as she undid his pants and pulled out his cock. She wrapped her lips around the tip, swirling her tongue around the head as Jack groaned above her.
She took him deeper into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked him off. Jack’s hands found their way to her hair, guiding her as she took him deeper and deeper.
“Fuck, Sarah,” Jack moaned, his hips bucking as he came.
Sarah swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving his as she licked her lips. Jack pulled her to her feet, his hands wandering back down to her shorts. He slipped them down her legs, revealing her wet pussy.
He picked her up, setting her on the counter. He spread her legs apart, his fingers finding her entrance again. He slipped a finger inside her, then two, pumping them in and out as Sarah moaned.
“Jack, I need you inside me,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
Jack pulled his fingers out, replacing them with his cock. He pushed inside her, filling her completely. Sarah wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper as he started to move.
Their moans filled the kitchen as they moved together, their bodies slick with sweat. Jack’s thrusts grew harder and faster, his balls slapping against Sarah’s ass as she cried out in pleasure.
Sarah’s orgasm hit her like a wave, her muscles clenching around Jack’s cock as he continued to thrust inside her. Jack followed quickly after, his hips stuttering as he came deep inside her.
They stayed like that for a moment, their breathing heavy as they came down from their high. Jack pulled out of Sarah, helping her off the counter and into his arms.
“I love you, Sarah,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head.
“I love you too, Jack,” she replied, snuggling closer to him.
They stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other’s arms, the kitchen still filled with the evidence of their passion.
