It's been a long day, but as soon as I see you I can think of nothing else.
I approach you from behind as you stare out of the window at the flowers and fields beyond, distracted from the snack you've been preparing. You drop the fork you're holding as my hands touch your shoulders, and I start to kiss the bottom of your neck. You brace yourself against the work surface, your knees already starting to go weak, as a shiver starts down your spine. Your arms lift your weight slightly off your legs, ensuring that you stay upright for my attention.
My left hand drifts down your shoulder, easing the tension in your muscles. As the tips of my fingers follows the contour of your collar bone, a finger slips inside the neck line of your top, under the strap of your bra, and follows it up and over towards your back.
My right hand works with my mouth alternating between kisses and light nails on the base of your neck. Your head moves in circles, exposing your sensitive skin to me and encouraging my exploration. My hand travels up the back of your head, fingers entwined with your hair, four fingers and their nails moving up and across your scalp.
You whole body hums with anticipation, with desire. You feel a warmth as moisture begins to gather between your legs. Your bend at the hips, your ass instinctively seeking me out, to press against the swelling in my groin.
I place my hands flat on your back, my palms against your shoulder blades, and stroke down your back to your waist, my thumbs following the course of your spine. At the base of your back, my right hand presses you gently, holding you in place, and my left moves back up, encouraging your hips to bend until your arms give way, and your chest is lands with a thud as it is pressed against the marble counter.
I lean forward and press my weight into you slightly, pinning you to the hard edge. I lift your hair to kiss from your neck round to your ear.
"Mine" I growl, sending shivers down your spine.
With my free left hand, I pin your arms behind your back. With the other, I let go of your hair and stroke down your back, a hint of nails, down your spine. As I reach the waist of your skirt I hook my fingers underneath, gathering in your panties too, and pull them down over your ass, down your legs, until they are around your knees.
I push your legs as wide as they are able, restrained as they are by the elastic of your skirt and underwear, and drag my nails up the inside of your thigh, finding a familiar warmth and moisture between your legs.
I lean down, pressing my weight into your pinned arms, and my fingers slide along one side of your pussy, to your bald mound. As they return back down your slit, over your clit, I spread your lips wide until my fingers pass your hole and slip between your butt cheeks. They graze casually up towards your back, pausing at your rose bud and pressing gently.