In the heart of the kitchen, a woman stood, nude, her long hair cascading down her shoulders. Her perfect, round breasts were on full display, their nipples hard and inviting. She had been cooking, but the heat of the stove had been replaced by the heat of her own desire.
She heard the front door open and close, and her heart raced as she heard footsteps approaching. It was him, the man she had been waiting for. He entered the kitchen, and his eyes widened as he took in the sight of her.
“W-what are you doing?” he stuttered, his gaze fixed on her bare chest.
“I was cooking,” she replied, her voice husky with desire. “But I couldn’t concentrate. I kept thinking about you.”
He swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving her breasts. She could see the bulge in his pants growing, and she knew he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
She took a step towards him, closing the distance between them. She reached out and placed a hand on his chest, feeling his heart pounding through his shirt.
“I want you,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear.
He groaned, his hands reaching out to touch her. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her nipples. She gasped, her head falling back as pleasure coursed through her.
He leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. She moaned, her hands reaching down to grip his ass.
He lifted her up onto the kitchen counter, spreading her legs apart. She wrapped them around his waist, pulling him closer.
He pulled away from her breasts, his lips trailing down her stomach. He knelt down in front of her, his face level with her pussy.
He looked up at her, his eyes filled with desire. “May I?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
She nodded, biting her bottom lip.
He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her. She gasped, her head falling back as pleasure washed over her. He licked and sucked, his fingers exploring her folds.
She moaned, her hips bucking against his face. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge.
And then, she fell over, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She cried out, her fingers gripping the edge of the counter.
He stood up, his lips glistening with her juices. She reached down and pulled him closer, guiding his cock inside her.
He thrust into her, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. She moaned, her nails digging into his back.
He leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth again, sucking and biting gently. She cried out, her orgasm building again.
And then, she fell over again, her body shaking with pleasure. He followed soon after, his warm seed filling her up.
They collapsed onto the kitchen floor, their bodies slick with sweat. She looked up at him, a satisfied smile on her face.
“That was amazing,” she whispered.
He smiled back, his eyes filled with love. “Yes, it was.”
They lay there, their bodies entwined, the kitchen floor their witness to their love and desire.
