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You walk up behind me as I am standing there cutting vegetables. I am working on cooking dinner, so the radio is blaring. Indigo Girls Back On The Bus Y’all is at full blast on the stereo. Because of jamming to the girls I didn’t hear you walk in. You are standing in the kitchen door just watching me work. Of course singing at the top of my lungs, raising my voice occasionally to match Emily’s even though I sound more like Amy. You are watching me. Standing there in my boxers and apron cooking dinner for you. You decide to see how close you can get to me before I notice. You walk up behind me and slide your arms around me. Your hands caressing my stomach. “Hmm that smells good.” You say. I say “ahh it’s just some steamed veggies and some pork chops. You say “no hunny not what I meant, I meant you smell good.” You turned your lips to whisper that in my ear. Your lips grazing my ear as you say this, and you feel my body shutter. You take this as your cue even though I am still trying to chop veggies. Your lips met my neck and without even thinking about it, I toss my head back and the side to rest it on your shoulder, so that you can have access to my neck. Along the muscle you run your teeth, along the hair line back to my spine you run your tongue. Down the spine you kiss each vertebra, working your way down my back. To the small of my back untying the apron with your teeth. Your hands are to busy caressing my stomach. The lower your mouth gets the further up your hands are getting. Teeth taking gentle nibbles of skin on my back, hands grasping my breasts, cupping them, rolling the nipples between your thumb and forefingers. Slow soft moans are absently escaping from me, deep quiet moans from deep within. You’re hands playing with my breasts, your lips now on my lower back. I am leaning against the counter now trying to steady my weakening body. My knees are weak from the soft caresses of my breasts and the gently nips from your teeth. Your lips are slowly moving up my back again. Settling in on the left side of my neck. This time as your lips move up your hands slide down. You are whispering in my ear, your lips just brushing against my ear lobe. “Do you want me in you?” you ask. I can’t even mutter an answer all I can do is moan in response. I guess you take that as a yes. As you begin to slide my boxers down my butt. Your mouth sucking on my neck. Your fingers finding my engorged clit. You give my clit just a flick with your finger, and I yell out. I didn’t realize you had me this worked up. You are at
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my ear again, taunting me, saying “you want me baby” “do you need me baby?”
Just as you finish saying baby the second time you plunge your finger deep within me. One hand working my clit the other working deep and hard in me. My hips rocking against you. My pussy is so wet and swollen, you decide to go for a second finger. Which I take with great joy and pleasure. You are bringing me to climax, my body becoming rigid. You know I am getting close, so you stop. Move your hands back to my breasts. Cooing in my ears, as I beg you to let me cum. I try to turn around, but you won’t let me. You tell me that you just had to watch me squirm a little. Some payback for all the times I teased you. You flick my clit again, asking me if I want to cum now. I again moan in response, but you just say “no no Hun you have to tell me.” At this I give kind of an aww moan, but you are not budging on this one, no matter how hard I press my ass against your pelvis. Finally I can’t take it anymore and I beg you to take me. To let me cum. My words have stirred you as you plunge your fingers in me again. It doesn’t take much of your amazing hands to bring me right to the edge again. I know and you know that I am getting close again. I whisper in your ear to please let me cum this time. You keep it up your rhythm matching me stroke for stroke, faster and deeper with every movement of your hands. Finally my body begins to quiver and I have the most amazing orgasm. After a split second of recovering my land legs again. I turn around to you, without saying a word, plant a kiss on you. A deep passion filled kiss that tells you everything I am thinking right now. Then I turn you around, pushing up against you, pushing you against the counter. Rubbing my naked body against you. I begin to unbutton your shirt, kissing your neck as I fumble at the buttons, I slide your shirt down over your shoulders. I begin to hike your skirt up to get at your panties and pantyhose. In one swipe I push all the veggies and what not into the sink. I pick you up and set you on the counter. Unhooking your bra since your breasts are in my face now. I begin to suck your nipple. I suck it into my mouth flicking the end of it with my tongue. I can smell you, my face close enough to almost taste your juices. I can’t take it anymore and move my face to your pussy. Your must have really enjoyed fucking me the way you did, because you are so wet. So much for me to enjoy. You taste as amazing as always my sweet. I am eating you with a fevered passion. My mouth seemingly can’t move fast enough to suit either of us. You are raking your nails up and down my back. Screams of ecstasy escaping your throat. You tell me to take you. To just “fuck you hard” I mumble at you my mouth full of your clit, “how do you want
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me to do that?” You tell me to go get the strap-on. I with the speed of a super hero run upstairs and grab it out of the drawer. Trying to put it on as I come down the steps. I return to find you standing naked in the kitchen. Leaning against the counter, playing with your clit. You are bent over the counter and instruct me to have at you. I put my fingers in your blood filled hole to see if I need the lube. Of course I don’t, I should know better then that. I remove my fingers and put my cock in you. Your ass slamming against me, pumping you, filling you with everything I have, my lips exploring your back. I reach around to you and place your vibe on the counter. “Here baby do whatever you want with this.” I move my hands back to your hips to feel your rhythm for a minute. You place the vibe on your clit and then decide you need filled a bit more, and put it in your soaking wet hole. You are going with your vibe, me going with the strap-on. My hand has migrated around to play with your clit. A few flicks and circles with my fingers on your clit were just what you needed. You scream out when you cum. One of the best orgasms you have ever had. Totally exhausted, half of dinner not cooked, the other half burnt. We call in for Chinese, eat, and go to bed. Sleeping in satiety.
