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I’d had a nightmare of a day. As I closed the front door she called out ‘hello’ ...
from the back of the house. I followed her voice; she was in the kitchen finishing up on dinner. There was something sexy yet wholesome about the image of her cooking.
Registering the look on my face, she asked, “That bad huh?”
I opened my mouth and prepared to rant, then stopped – I had a better idea. I pulled her towards me and our lips met in a hard embrace, our tongues seeking each other as our hot breath mingled. I was intoxicated by the heat of her skin against mine, the smell of her, and the feathery touch of her hair falling against my face.
My hands wandered over her shoulders, tracing the line of her arms. As I brushed my fingertips over her breasts, soft under my touch, I felt her nipples harden slightly and teased them into gentle peaks. I gradually worked my way down the small of her back, then over the curve of her ass, which was very nearly exposed by her cut-off denim skirt.
I felt her legs part and I inched my way along the silken skin, taking my time and savouring her softness. Reaching the warm and tender place where her thighs met, I stroked her gently, hearing her moan in approval. Slipping my finger under the edge of her underwear I was met by a delicious moisture. Tracing circles between her legs I felt the wetness spread and I tenderly worked my finger inside her. Her breathing had become heavy.
Feeling me part her flesh she gasped and pushed herself into me. I slowed my pace, teasing her a little, making her want it. I withdrew, then plunged two fingers into her. As I felt her grinding herself into my hand I wanted her to give herself to me completely, to lose control.
I lifted her onto the bench, lying her back slightly. I pulled her damp underwear off and parted her legs, admiring the sight before me. I leant in and stroked her again, feeling how swollen she was underneath my touch. As I brought my lips to her, tasting her sweet saltiness she raised herself closer to my mouth.
Using the tip of my tongue I entered her, feeling every movement she made. Working my fingers inside her again I kept my mouth moving, knowing that she was close to breaking point. She grabbed the back of my head and bucked her hips, moaning as a hot wetness spilled into my mouth. She was gasping for air as she released me, her body going limp.
Our post-coital silence was interrupted by the timer on the oven. As I moved over to switch it off I looked at her, still on the bench with her eyes closed, and laughed to myself. “Don’t worry, I’ll get that,” I said “You just relax”.
- SG
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