It was a warm summer evening, and Rebecca, a stunning 28-year-old woman with long, flowing chestnut hair, was preparing dinner in her spacious kitchen. She had just finished a long day at work, but the thought of her husband coming home soon filled her with excitement.
Rebecca’s kitchen was modern and sleek, with stainless steel appliances and a large island in the center. She was standing in front of the island, wearing only a silk robe that barely covered her perfect, firm breasts. Her nipples were erect and visible through the fabric, and she knew he would be unable to resist her when he saw her like this.
As she chopped vegetables, she couldn’t help but think about their last encounter. It had been passionate and intense, and she couldn’t wait to feel his hands on her body again. She let out a soft moan as she thought about his tongue exploring her most intimate places.
Just then, she heard the front door open and close. She knew it was him. Her heart raced as she heard his footsteps approaching the kitchen. She turned to face him, letting her robe fall open to reveal her bare breasts.
He stopped in his tracks when he saw her, his eyes wide with desire. “Rebecca,” he whispered, his voice husky with longing.
She walked over to him, her hips swaying seductively. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close, their lips meeting in a deep, passionate kiss.
Their tongues danced together as they explored each other’s mouths. She could feel his erection pressing against her stomach, and she knew he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
She broke the kiss and looked into his eyes. “Take me,” she whispered, her voice full of desire.
He didn’t need any further encouragement. He picked her up and laid her down on the kitchen island, her legs spread wide. He knelt between them, his hands caressing her thighs.
He started by kissing her neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire down to her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. She moaned with pleasure, her back arching off the island.
He moved lower, his lips and tongue exploring her stomach and hips. She could feel his breath on her most intimate place, and she shivered with anticipation.
He started licking her, his tongue delving deep inside her. She moaned louder, her hips grinding against his face. He slipped a finger inside her, and she gasped as he found her g-spot.
He continued to lick and finger her, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. Just as she was about to cum, he stopped. She looked at him, her eyes pleading.
He stood up, his cock hard and ready. He positioned himself at her entrance and slowly pushed inside. She moaned as she felt him filling her, her muscles clenching around him.
He started thrusting, slowly at first, then faster and harder. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, her hips bucking wildly.
He thrust harder and deeper, and she finally came, her orgasm ripping through her body. He followed soon after, his hot cum filling her.
They collapsed onto the island, their bodies spent and satisfied.
“I love you,” he whispered, his lips pressed against her ear.
“I love you too,” she replied, her fingers tracing patterns on his back.
They lay there for a while, their bodies intertwined, before finally getting up to finish dinner.
The end.