Kitchen

Is that clock working, I kept wondering. Time was inching away at such a slow rate today.

We’d gone a week since we fucked. I craved his fat curved cock, his tongue and his fingers. Damn…

Opting to take a coffee break, I head to the kitchen to put the kettle on. I prep my mug with sugar, instant coffee and a teaspoon. Lost in thought, I suddenly feel hands on my waist… Hands that hold me down along with his body weight…and I feel his hand slip past my shorts to my pussy.

“Hey,” he says so nonchalantly.

My words caught in my throat, I moan: “Hey”

Fingers play my fiddle, get me grinding against them… Damn, he knows me well.

“Missed me?” Hell, I can’t think. On the edge, he pulls his fingers out, but has one hand on my breast, playing with my now hard nipple, and the other feeds the glistened fingers in my mouth. I taste myself. Damn! He knows me well.

He turns me around slowly, kissing my neck then my face as I turn and finally our lips lock. Bodies pressed, I feel his hard cock.

I reach for it…massage the length of it.

“Suck it,” he says, “I want to feel your lips on it babe”

I kneel. Pull down his sweats. Delicately direct his hardness to my lips, sucking at its head, licking the slit and then down the length of it. My wet mouth works his cock and his balls. Gently, then a hard suck here and there.

A tease that has his eyes roll back and has him say, “damn, girl!”

Hungry for more, he has it down my throat.

“Deeper”

Half way, he grabs my locks, pushing my head down to swallow all of him. And I breathe. With the full length of it down my throat, hugging his hardness. I breathe. His penis pulses.

He pulls it out a bit and then back in. He pulls it out again, slowly fucking my mouth. I am so turned on by this, my wetness drips down my lips to my thigh and onto the kitchen floor. Aroused even further by his “Yes, babe…just like that”

He pulls it out completely, my eyes pop open as he pulls me up, kisses me hard. He turns me around, bends me over and I my stop myself falling using a stool nearby.  Anchored, he slips a condom expertly in minutes, then shoves his hard cock in my wet anticipating pussy.

“Aaah!” And fucks me.

Slow and deep at first, hands around my ass, he pumps my pussy, and the chorus of moans and groans get louder. His balls hit my clit just so, and I am so turned on, twerking back, he fucks me harder…

“Take your dick, babe,” he says. “This is your dick.” His grip on me makes me grind against each thrust, arching, he goes deeper, I fuck him back.

Sweat dripping, juices flowing, grunts and moans fill the room, he slams MY dick inside of me and he cums hard. His body tense, a guttural growl escapes and we nearly fold in exhaustion. Mind off kilter, the feeling of him is so fucking in tense.

After a few minutes, I straighten up, wetness all over me, my pussy throbs, I ask him: “coffee?”, as I finally turn off the over boiling kettle.

Rosie Biwords