Tonight he was going to fuck her, he was going to take this woman he loved and fuck her until her eyes were wild and dark with lust for him and her entire being cried out for more.
Closing the front door gently behind him, he walked through the house to the garden where she stood, glass of wine in hand. The late afternoon sun filtered through her cotton skirt showing her familiar yet stirring silhouette. Seeing her there, his wantonness was once again aroused.
Climbing the stairs to meet him on the patio she sensed he had had a long, hard day. Her intoxicating fragrance strengthening his carnal desire as her lips touched his. Drawing her closer he felt the warm tension of her body as she pressed herself seductively against his already hardening cock. She nuzzled into his neck and he found pleasure in her warm softness. Her breath quickened as he slipped his hand under her blouse and cupped her full firm breast, his thumb brushing over her now rocklike nipple. He pulled on it, twisting it slowly and he knew she wanted more.
She dipped her finger into her wine, and slowly but firmly traced the outline of his mouth with the full-bodied red liquid, allowing it to trickle gently past his moistened lips before slipping her tongue into his waiting mouth.