God I wanted you.
Since this morning, when you woke up to the sound of the shower turning on and followed me in, I've thought about nothing else. You surprised me with your cold hands on my breasts, automatically pinching my already-hard nipples. You traced your hand down my stomach to tease my pussy, getting wetter and wetter as you touched. You began to thrust your fingers inside of me, making me push my hips against yours, grinding back into your massive cock. I tried to swing around and drop to my knees to take you in my mouth, but you had a different plan. You moved your hands to my hips and thrust your throbbing cock inside of me without warning, making me grip the wall of the shower for balance.
You pumped your cock into my pussy for several minutes, alternating between pinching my nipples and fingering my clit to urge me on, my moans pushing you further. I began to cum around you at your touch, and you exploded your cock inside of me.
But, just as quickly as you came, you left. You hopped out of the shower, and I stayed in to continue washing and come down from the high of my orgasm. My knees shook a little, so I took a minute to regain my balance. But, by the time I got out of the shower, you had left for work.
It was unfinished business. Cumming just once in that short of time is unacceptable. Although we are accustomed to our morning quickies, I never feel like I get enough of you to hold me over for the day. After all, on weekends and days off, we might leave bed (or even the house) but we rarely stop fucking. Our sex life is apparently at it's prime, as we have the sexual stamina of a family of rabbits. We've been known to tease under restaurant tables, give oral and hand-jobs in the car, and there's no doubt our house is the hotspot for voyeurs.
Today, the need to have you was more urgent than usual for me. I always want you when you walk in the door, but we usually at least chat and eat something before retiring to the pool, the bed, or the sofa to make love.
I finished work a half hour earlier and hurried home to make supper. I threw in some lasagna and opened a beer as I leaned against the counter and turned on the TV in the living room. We have a large spacious 3-level house, with a living room right outside the kitchen, but more of a spacious den downstairs. I started flicking through channels on our digital cable. TV movies, kid's shows, then a hardcore sex scene came onto the screen. I flicked past it quickly, only catching about 4 seconds worth before I realized what it was, but it awakened that pressing need for you that I had been feeling all day. I flicked back for a moment to find a little blonde thing riding a muscular man in a cowboy hat. The position looked appetizing, though not something we hadn't done a million times before. Nevertheless, I felt myself grow wet—not at the porn, but at the thought of being on top of you, riding you 'til you came. I heard the garage door open and quickly clicked off the TV. You walked through the door and I almost tackled you, not totally realizing my own urgency as I pushed you against the wall just outside our kitchen. I kissed you hard, grinding my hips into you and pressing my tongue into your mouth. Your response was delayed because you weren't expecting the onslaught. You figured I'd be downstairs in the den working on some project, or watching TV, or preparing dinner. But you were delighted at my abrupt come-on to you.
You pressed one hand into the small of my back with the other wrapped around the back of my head. You took a few steps forward and suddenly had me pressed into the kitchen counter. My automatic instinct kicked in and I pressed my hands to the counter and pushed myself up, now sitting with your body pressing between my legs, still kissing fiercely. Your fingers move to my shirt and untuck it from my slacks, pulling it quickly and urgently over my head before resuming our steamy kiss. Our breathing was rapid and our hips met at random intervals, making us both moan and groan intermediately.
Your lips moved to the bare skin of my chest and the tops of my breasts, barely concealed by a sexy black bra. Your mind wandered as you sucked on the milky flesh about what panties I was wearing, if any at all. Perhaps, if I was this ready to jump you when I had come in the door, I had removed them earlier to make our heated sex easier. You hoped they were still on, knowing how much fun it is to tease me with the fabric, pressing the cotton onto my clit, or sucking my pussy through the lace, or sliding the polyester down my long smooth legs with your teeth. Your thick cock twitched inside your boxers at the naughty thoughts racing through your mind.
Meanwhile, the oven beeped.
"Mmm... dinner... is.... Mmmm baby.... Dinner..." I tried to tell you between kisses and thrusts of our hips that supper was ready in the oven.
"No... you're dinner... fuck the lasagna... I want you," you told me bluntly as you ripped my pants from my body and continued sucking on my supple, exposed flesh.
You pushed me back so I was lying on the counter. I moaned at the roughness and anxiousness of your movements, knowing you were as desperate for my body as I was for yours. You left my high heels and black stockings on, revealing a barely-there skimpy red thong. So devilish. So naughty. You Loved it. I reached to turn the oven off so we didn't burn the house down; because there was no way we were stopping this to eat until we both came numerous times, in numerous positions, in numerous places.
