An Afternoon Snack 1

An Afternoon Snack

"

Close your eyes

," she heard his voice from behind. "

Don't open them until I tell you to

," he spoke again. Every time she heard his voice it made her melt. Strong and confident, yet gentle and tender at the same time, his words weren't so much a request as they were a command. No amount of resistance in her head was going to deny his demand. She set the knife down on the kitchen counter and stabled herself with her hands on the edge. Dinner would have to wait. His hands gripped her waist and firmly pulled his body into her backside. She closed her eyes and exhaled. She felt his warmth. She inhaled his scent. And she felt his desire pressed against her.

His breathing was barely perceptible in her ears over the beating of her own heart as he nuzzled his face into her tousled blonde hair. She felt the warmth of his hands as they wrapped around her waist and began a gentle but controlling caress of her torso. Taking another deep breath, she gently bit her lip in anticipation...his hands moved slowly up and over her breasts until he was cupping their weight. Another breath, as her nipples involuntarily hardened in the palm of his hand in response to his touch. She felt him softly pull and roll each nipple between his thumb and forefinger through the cloth of her blouse. Even through her bra there was no hiding that he had her full attention. She pressed her breasts forward into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips as an undeniable wetness began to flow between her legs in response.

"

Oh, I see...interested, are we?

" his voice said with a hint of playfulness to it. "

We'll just have to see what we can do about that

," laughed as he pressed himself harder into her. His cock felt deliciously hard through his pants against her ass.

His hands moved down and grasped the side of her skirt, swiftly gathering the material in a bunch above her waist. "

I've been craving you all day and I'm going to fuck you right here

," he said in almost a low growl. She held her breath his words danced through her head. His hand cupped the curve of her cheek, then began a slow movement down the seam of her panties. Almost involuntarily she shifted her weight and opened her legs to accept his hand, shuddering as his fingers slowly traced the crack of her ass and to the gentle folds of her pussy. He could feel the wetness of her arousal through the thin material. The rubbing of his fingers across her, gently pressing the material between her slippery folds made her head swim. "

Do you like that?

," he whispered into her ear, not waiting for a response before pushing her panties aside with his thumb and sliding a finger inside her. It was all she could do to keep her knees from buckling.

She let out another whimper of protest as he removed his finger from her. "

Hold your skirt up

," he commanded. His fingers slipped through the waistline of her panties. Now, they were deliberately slid down over her hips and thighs and she did her best to step out of them without losing her balance. She could only guess they were tossed casually onto the floor as there was only silence in the kitchen. Eyes still closed, she heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper being undone, followed by a quiet rustle that could only be him snaking his cock out of the front of his pants. The wait in anticipation of his next move made her entire body tingle. "

Spread your legs

," came his order. She obediently responded by stepping wider apart, blindly pushing the cutting board in front of her aside, and bending over onto the countertop...the arch of her back nicely presenting her ass for him to devour.

Even though she knew what was coming next, it still took her breath away. While one hand steadied himself on her hip, his other guided his cock between her legs. The instant its warmth and firmness touched her skin her eyes rolled behind closed lids. Instinctively she reached between her legs with her hand and cradled his shaft. It was hot and pulsing as she gently used her fingers to push it up inside. Her swollen lips parted, accepting the large mushroom-shaped head as he slowly entered her from behind. She adjusted her stance as he made several slow, shallow strokes, allowing her wetness to cover him. He pulled back and stopped with just the head penetrating the entrance to her wanting pussy. For what seemed like an eternity he made her wait. Any attempt to arch her back or thrust her hips was merely met with an equal counter-movement on his part. She voiced her angst with a frustrated groan.

"

Patience, Lover....

," his low voice reassured her.

She felt him place his hands on her hips and in one long, slow thrust he penetrated far inside of her. His girth seemed to split her apart and she struggled to accept his full length. It felt so incredibly deep. The fullness of his cock made her feel light headed momentarily. His grip on her waist tightened and once more he thrust himself inside of her, this time harder. She moaned her approval and felt him settle into an intense rhythm...something just short of frantic, she thought to herself. Each thrust pushed the tip of his cock against her cervix from this angle--waves of pleasure radiating out from her center in response. With her eyes closed she concentrated on the sounds. She could hear his breathing, punctuated by soft, desperate groans. She could also hear the sound that is reserved only for an erect cock pounding a drenched, swollen pussy...the wet smacking of him sliding in and out of her, the dull smack of his jeans-covered pelvis slapping her ass cheeks with each thrust. And she could feel the contrast that marked his urgency in the matter--the roughness of the denim and zipper of his jeans against her skin along with the weight of his balls slapping against her lips every time he bottomed out inside of her. All she could do was hang on.

His right hand released her hip and she felt it grip her hair, knurling and twisting it between his fingers, then pulling back with a force that moved her head back--not quite painful, but enough to get her attention. The move caught her off guard, but she was overwhelmed with the thrill of being manhandled by someone she trusted inherently not to hurt her. It only made her pussy flood with a new gush of wetness around each thrust of his cock.

Gripping her waist tighter, he increased his pace, thrusting as deep and powerfully into her as he could muster. There was no doubt about it--he was

FUCKING

her. This was no tender love-making session...this was pure, animalistic sex, and it was all about him. "

Tell me my cock feels good inside of you

," he snarled. Before she could respond he pulled her head back once more by the hair. "

TELL ME MY COCK FEELS GOOD!

"

She struggled to catch her breath and hissed "

Oh, God lover, your cock feels SO good inside of me.....FUCK ME.....FUCK ME HARD!

" Each powerful upward thrust of his cock threatened to lift her feet off the ground and it felt like the only thing keeping her in place was his hold on her hip.

He wanted her. He craved her. It was as if every ounce of his being was focused on his desire to consume her for his selfish pleasure. She had never felt so loved...so desired.

She knew he was close. Even with his feverish intensity increasing, she could feel his cock begin to swell to enormous size inside of her....that surefire signal that he was almost there. With one final push he stopped, his cock buried as far inside her as he could possibly go. The sudden lack of movement meant that she felt the full impact of his orgasm erupting inside of her. Every pulse and throb of his cock resonated through her body, to the point that she could feel the torrent of his cum moving up the length of his shaft and showering every fold of her womb. He let loose a loud groan of release as recurring waves of pleasure surged through his body. She felt spurt after spurt of his hot sperm filling her to overflowing.

In that moment, her world stopped. Her mind turned to a warm, flushing wave of content. It was as if she was one with him, sharing the same breath, the same heartbeat.

The intensity of his pulsations inside of her gradually subsided as he loosened his grip on her. The primal sounds of sex that had filled the room for the last few minutes now replaced by her soft, aroused breathing, his deep gasping for air as he came down from his orgasm. He let out a long, slow exhale and in the calm of the room the two lovers leaned against one another for support. Standing motionless, either said a word for several minutes, each basking in the gentle euphoric high enveloping their bodies. She smiled to herself as she once again recognized the gentle sound of dinner simmering on the stove.

The silence was broken by the sudden slamming of the front door. For a moment, she froze...petrified that they might be caught in such a compromising position. "

Mom, I'm home

," came the voice from the other room as she heard the repeated thuds of her son bounding up the stairs to his bedroom. After a second of silence they both burst out in shared laughter. He pulled his now slackening cock from inside her. A trail of moisture oozed out of her and began to oh-so-slowly trickle down the inside of her thigh...though, she realized, she really didn't mind.

"

You can open your eyes now, honey

." She felt his powerful arms wrap themselves around her waist and he nuzzled once again into her shoulder. "

I love you. I needed that

," he said with a kiss to her ear. As he released her from his grasp, she felt him straighten her skirt and playfully grab the cheek of her ass. She turned to see him smile at her. He tucked himself back in and loudly zipped his pants with an arched brow that barely contained the laughter she could see him restraining. "

That spaghetti sauce smells great...I can't wait for dinner

," he said as he leaned down and picked her panties up off the floor. He brought them to his nose and inhaled her scent. "

I'm just going to hang on to these for a while and enjoy them later

," he winked as he turned and walked out of the kitchen.