In the heart of a cozy apartment, a woman with long, flowing chestnut hair is busying herself in the kitchen. She is dressed in a simple white blouse, the top buttons undone to reveal the beginning swell of her perfect breasts. Her nipples are already hard, poking against the thin fabric, and she feels a thrill of excitement run through her body as she thinks about what is to come.
She hears the front door open and close, and turns to see her lover, a tall, handsome man with piercing blue eyes and a muscular build, enter the room. He takes one look at her and a slow smile spreads across his face.
“Well, hello there,” he says, his voice low and sultry. “You look good enough to eat.”
She laughs, her cheeks flushing with pleasure. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
He crosses the room in a few long strides and pulls her close, his hands immediately going to her breasts. He cups them, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, and she gasps at the surge of pleasure that shoots through her body.
“These are mine,” he growls, bending his head to take one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucks and nibbles, and she moans, her hands going to his hair to hold him in place.
He continues to lavish attention on her breasts, his hands and mouth driving her wild with desire. She can feel the wetness between her legs, and she grinds her hips against him, desperate for more.
He finally releases her nipple with a pop and looks up at her, his eyes dark with desire. “I need to taste you,” he says, his voice rough.
He drops to his knees in front of her, his hands going to the waistband of her skirt. He pulls it down, revealing her lacy white thong. He inhales deeply, savoring her scent, before hooking his fingers in the thong and pulling it down as well.
She steps out of her skirt and thong, and he looks up at her, his eyes roving over her naked body. She feels self-conscious for a moment, but the heat in his gaze quickly banishes any doubts.
He leans forward and presses a soft kiss to her mound, then looks up at her again. “You’re so beautiful,” he says, his voice filled with awe.
He starts to lick and kiss her, his tongue tracing slow, lazy circles around her clit. She moans, her hands going to his head to hold him in place. He starts to suck, and she feels the pleasure build inside her.
She looks down at him, watching as he eats her out. She can see the glisten of her juices on his lips and chin, and it only serves to heighten her pleasure.
“Yes, oh god, yes,” she moans, her hips bucking as the pleasure becomes almost unbearable.
He continues to suck and lick, his fingers joining in to stroke her inner walls. She feels herself on the brink, and then she’s falling over the edge, her orgasm crashing through her like a wave.
He stands up, his lips glistening with her juices, and pulls her close. She can feel his hard cock pressing against her stomach, and she reaches down to stroke it.
“I need to be inside you,” he growls, his voice rough with desire.
She nods, unable to speak. She wants him inside her just as much.
He picks her up and sets her on the counter, then steps between her legs. He guides his cock to her entrance and thrusts inside her, filling her completely.
She moans, her head falling back as he starts to fuck her. His hips slap against hers, the sound echoing through the kitchen.
“Yes, oh god, yes,” she moans, her nails digging into his back.
He reaches down and starts to play with her clit, his fingers circling and stroking. She feels the pleasure build inside her again, and then she’s falling over the edge once more, her orgasm ripping through her.
He follows her over the edge, his cock twitching inside her as he comes.
They stand there for a moment, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.
“That was amazing,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper.
He smiles, his lips brushing against hers. “You’re amazing.”
They stand there for a few more moments, lost in each other, before finally disentangling themselves.
“I think we need to clean up,” she says, gesturing to the mess in the kitchen.
He laughs, his arm still around her waist. “I think you’re right.”
Together, they set to work, cleaning up the kitchen and themselves. And as they work, they steal glances at each other, their bodies still humming with pleasure.
For they know that this is just the beginning of their passionate encounter, and there is so much more to come.
