The moment Sarah laid her eyes on the sleek, stainless steel kitchen counter, she knew exactly what she wanted. The cool, hard surface would provide the perfect contrast to her warm, soft body. She had always been a fan of the classics, and the missionary position was no exception.
As she stood there, taking in the sight of the kitchen, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist. She leaned back into the embrace, feeling the heat of her husband’s body against her own.
“Like what you see?” he whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin.
Sarah turned to face him, her long hair cascading over her shoulders. She looked up at him through her lashes, a seductive smile playing at her lips.
“I do,” she replied, her voice low and sultry. “But I think there’s something missing.”
She reached up and began to unbutton his shirt, her fingers lingering on his chest. She could feel his heart racing beneath her touch, and she knew she had him right where she wanted him.
As she finished unbuttoning his shirt, she let it fall to the floor, revealing his toned abs. She traced her fingers over his muscles, feeling him shiver beneath her touch.
“You’re so sexy,” she murmured, her lips finding his.
They kissed, their tongues dancing together in a passionate embrace. Sarah could feel herself getting lost in the moment, her body begging for more.
As they continued to kiss, Sarah’s hands began to wander. She reached up and cupped her husband’s face, her thumbs tracing the line of his jaw. She then moved her hands down, running her fingers through his hair.
Her hands continued to explore, moving down to his chest and then his abs. She could feel the heat radiating off of his body, and she knew he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
Sarah broke the kiss, her lips trailing down her husband’s neck. She could feel him trembling beneath her touch, and she knew she had him right where she wanted him.
She reached down and began to unbutton his pants, her fingers moving quickly and efficiently. She could feel the bulge in his pants, and she knew she was in for a treat.
As she finished unbuttoning his pants, she let them fall to the floor, revealing his boxers. She could see the outline of his cock, and she knew she had to have it.
Sarah reached down and pulled his boxers down, freeing his cock. She wrapped her hand around it, feeling it twitch in her grasp.
“Fuck, Sarah,” he moaned, his head falling back.
Sarah smiled, her lips finding his again. She began to stroke his cock, her hand moving up and down in a steady rhythm. She could feel him getting harder in her hand, and she knew he was close.
She broke the kiss and began to trail kisses down his chest, her lips finding his nipples. She sucked and nibbled on them, her hand still stroking his cock.
She then moved down further, her lips finding his abs. She kissed and licked them, her hand still moving up and down his cock.
Sarah then moved down to his hips, her lips finding the spot where his thigh met his pelvis. She kissed and licked it, her hand still stroking his cock.
She then moved down further, her lips finding his cock. She wrapped her lips around the head, her tongue swirling around it. She could feel him trembling beneath her touch, and she knew she had him right where she wanted him.
She began to take him deeper into her mouth, her lips moving up and down his shaft. She could feel him getting closer and closer to the edge, and she knew she had to finish him off.
She quickened her pace, her lips moving up and down his shaft in a frenzy. She could feel him getting closer and closer, and she knew he was almost there.
With one final thrust, he came, his cum filling her mouth. She swallowed it down, her lips still wrapped around his cock.
Sarah then stood up, her body pressed
against his. She could feel his heart racing, and she knew she had satisfied him.
“That was amazing,” he murmured, his lips finding hers again.
Sarah smiled, her lips still pressed against his. She knew she had pleased him, and that was all that mattered.
As they stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, Sarah couldn’t help but feel grateful. She was grateful for the kitchen, for her husband, and for the passion that they shared.
And she knew that no matter what the future held, they would always have this moment.
The end.
