In the heart of the kitchen, a woman with long, flowing locks stood, clad in nothing but her apron. Her perfectly round, firm breasts, two scoops of heaven, beckoned to the man who entered. His gaze lingered upon her nipples, already taut with desire, before trailing down to the apex of her thighs.
“I see you’ve started without me,” he murmured, his eyes meeting hers, framed by thick lashes. She gave a coy smile, her fingers tracing the curve of her breast.
“I couldn’t help myself,” she confessed, her voice husky. “I was thinking of you.”
He stepped closer, his fingers brushing against her cheek before delving into her hair. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, tongues dancing together as they tasted the sweetness of their shared longing. His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples into harder peaks.
Breaking their kiss, he trailed his lips down her neck, nipping gently at her earlobe. She gasped, her fingers digging into his back. He continued his descent, his tongue tracing a path down her chest, swirling around her nipples.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned, her head falling back as he lavished attention on her breasts. His hands roamed lower, cupping her ass, pulling her closer. She could feel his arousal pressing against her, and she ground against him, eliciting a groan from deep within his chest.
His lips continued their journey downwards, his tongue tracing a path down her stomach, his fingers teasing her nipples. She gasped as he knelt before her, his lips brushing against the damp curls at the apex of her thighs.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his breath warm against her. She whimpered as he parted her lips, his tongue delving inside. She could feel herself growing wetter, her hips bucking against his mouth as he feasted on her.
“Please,” she begged, her fingers tangling in his hair. “I need you inside me.”
He rose, his lips claiming hers once more as he positioned himself at her entrance. She moaned as he entered her, filling her completely. Their rhythm was steady, their moans and gasps echoing in the kitchen as they chased their release.
“Yes, harder,” she urged, her nails digging into his back. He complied, his thrusts growing harder, faster. She could feel herself nearing the edge, her moans growing louder, more desperate.
“Come for me,” he commanded, his lips finding her ear. “Now.”
She obeyed, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, her moans mingling with his as he followed her over the edge. They collapsed against each other, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths mingling as they savored the afterglow of their passion.
“I hope you’re hungry,” she murmured, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. “Dinner will be ready soon.”
