I light my cigarette, and take my first drag, slowly. You'll be home any minute, and I've almost got dinner ready. I wonder if you remembered your coat today, as I look out the window at the gloomy October sky. Standing here in this nightie, I'd be freezing, if it weren't for the heat coming off of the stove.
Another drag... I can hear your car pull into the drive. I hear your car door, swiftly followed by the sound of the back door. I smile. You're home. I go back to stirring the masterpiece in front of me.
You come up behind me, without saying a word as you wrap your arms around my waist and let out a long, slow sigh. I smile again and take a small piece of pasta from the pan, feeding it to you over my shoulder. You let out a soft moan, and your lips meet my neck, tasting the food, and me at the same time. You are hungry alright, but for more than just food. I see your arm reach out and turn the stove off.
In a split second, I'm turned around, facing you, and your hands immediately find my breasts. God, I love your hands. So big, and masculine... So strong against my soft skin. The callouses are rough in such a pleasurable way, it makes me shake a bit. One hand slides down to grab my ass, while the other cups my breast, your thumb flicking over my nipple, bringing the soft little bud to a taught peak in an instant, and a low moan stumbles out of my throat. The warmth of your hands is hotter against my skin than the heat radiating from the stove. Your mouth comes down on mine, pressing against it, intruding the small space with your soft, yet powerful tongue. Massaging every crevice of my mouth with your tongue, your hand slides over my breast, curving around to press against my back. Your touch alone has set a fire deep in my belly that can only be put out by one thing...
I need you inside me. Now.
You grab me by my ass, picking me up and wrapping my legs around your waist, turning us around, and placing me on top of the island in the kitchen. My eyes never leave yours as you pull my nightie off, followed by your shirt and pants. We are both naked, and breathless as you come back to me, wrapping your arms around me, and pulling me close. One more powerful kiss has me thankful I am not standing, for my knees go weak, even as I sit on the counter.