Another, incredibly long day. Where anything and everything is so wrong. I walk into the house, just wanting to sit down and vegetate for the next 12 hours. As I walk through the house a fantastic smell comes from the kitchen. At the entry table is a candle burning with a bottle of wine opened and two empty glasses. Fresh garlic bread, herbs, mushrooms. Which means steaks are marinating. As I round the corner the lingering scent of my favorite female.
You never even hear me. I stand in the doorway, watching. You have on my favorite shirt, barefoot and dancing as you glide around the kitchen. I slip in behind you, wrapping one arm around your waist and pulling you into me, as the other moves your hair away from your neck. Kissing your earlobe and blowing softly into your ear, I can feel the goose-bumps rising. I move my hand up to your chest feeling your nipples harden instantly.
Leaning more back into me, moaning. Your hands reaching behind you, you stroke my cock through my jeans as we continue to sway to the music.
I reach my hand down your thighs and up to your hips, pulling you into my crotch, feeling your skin. No barrier of clothing. Turning you around slowly, nibbling my way around your neck, letting my hands caress your hips and waist. I begin to unbutton the shirt slowly, pulling the collar to one side over your shoulder, kissing and caressing more. Moving my thumb over your tit, listening to you moan, "More".