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She walked into the kitchen and dropped her computer bag on the stool, closing her eyes briefly and inhaling the savory aroma of the dinner he was preparing. It had been a long, hard day. As she exhaled, she consciously let the tension drain out of her shoulders, down her arms. She shook her hands to be rid of it.
He noticed. Looking out the kitchen window, he had seen the slight furrow of her brow as she walked from her car into the house. In the few moments she had been settling herself, he had poured her a glass. He handed it to her now.
"Welcome home, love."
"Thank you." She smiled. He always made her smile. They kissed, sweetly, as their energies shifted from their external worlds and focused on each other. When their lips parted, she bowed her head ever so slightly so that their foreheads touched. His arm circled her, and he placed his palm flat against the small of her back. She felt the gentle pressure of him pulling her in towards himself. She eagerly leaned in and placed her palm on his chest, over his heart. Here, in the warmth of their home, in his arms, she didn't need the façade of emotional armor she usually wore. Here, she was simply his. And he was hers. And the equilibrium of their relationship freed them both.
She felt the energy begin to stir in her core as the warmth of his palm on the small of her back began to tingle. She smiled again, and though their foreheads were still touching, he recognized that smile. If there were any doubt, the low vibration that escaped from deep in her throat removed any uncertainty. She wanted more of his touch.
He pulled away and they looked deep into each other's eyes. She raised an eyebrow, questioning. Was he feeling the same? He smiled that knowing smile. Indeed, he was. She took a deep breath and sighed in anticipation at the possibility of what was to come.
"How long before dinner is ready?" she inquired.
"I just transferred it to the oven. It has to bake for an hour."
"Oh good." She smiled that mischievous smile again and took a long sip of bourbon. The burning warmth as the liquid traveled down her throat made her conscious of what else she'd like to have in her mouth. At this, she leaned in and tenderly kissed that spot on his neck she loved. He tilted his head to give her more access, as his right hand moved from the small of her back to her hip and his left hand raised to mirror the right. He squeezed and pulled his hips into hers. She felt his growing excitement through the thin fabric of her wrap dress.
Instinctively, she raised one leg and placed her foot on the rail of the counter stool, turning out her knee so that her hips could fit more closely to his body. At this, his hands circled her backside. She could feel the pressure of his fingertips on her buttocks as he drew her more tightly to him. She let out a soft moan. After being strong all day at work, bearing the responsibility that came with her professional role, it felt wonderful to simply take direction from someone she loved and trusted implicitly. She was more than willing in this moment to relinquish control to him. She wanted him to guide what was to come so that she didn't have to think or make any decisions. She could just enjoy, knowing that he would ensure their mutual pleasure. That he wanted this too was something she frequently worried about in the early stages of their relationship, but she had learned to accept it as true and was grateful they had found each other.
He felt her soften, and he knew she was his completely. He pulled away slightly, without letting go of her hips. Reluctantly, she broke contact with his neck and looked up at him. He met her gaze intently. She had kicked off her shoes already, and so she stood barefoot and bare legged in their kitchen. Her hands rested on his forearms. Slowly, he slid one hand down the outside of her thigh and began scrunching up her dress. She let her arm fall to her side and felt the flutter of fabric against her skin. Her heart began to race. When he got the hem of the dress up to her hip, he hooked one thumb over the waistband of her underwear and tugged. This caused her entire core to clench with desire Kocaeli Escort (http://www.kocaelibayanescort.com) and she felt pulled to him. She swayed momentarily and placed her hand on the counter to steady herself.
"That's a good idea," he said. "Why don't you turn towards the counter and place both hands there for balance." She did as he suggested, setting down her rocks glass and placing both feet on the floor once again. Moving behind her, his other hand traveled up her other thigh, under her dress, and he gently stroked her hips, upper thighs, and the area just above her mound. She could feel his breath on her. The few wisps of hair that had escaped their binding during the day tickled her neck. Her dress brushed her thighs as his hands moved back and forth over her. The combination of his hands and the feather light sensations of his breath, her hair, and the dress on her skin was arousing. Her breath began to become ragged. He kissed the back of her neck, and she felt the vibration of his deep voice as he spoke to her quietly.
"Let's take these off, and I'll massage your lower back for you. You must be tense." He knew she had been on her feet most of the day and that this always caused her lower back to ache. "Keep your hands on the counter. I'll do it for you." At this, the flutters in her stomach increased. She felt him slide her underwear slowly down the length of her legs. As he did so, he trailed his fingertips along the outside of her thighs. She stepped out of the garment, and he tossed it aside with one hand while the other hand encircled her ankle.
"Spread your legs slightly for me so that it's easier for you to balance." She did. He squeezed both ankles, his thumbs pressing the soft spot on the inside just under the bone. "That's good. Stay like this." With one last firm squeeze symbolically anchoring her feet to the floor, he began to slide his hands up her legs, his thumbs maintaining their vertical line. She felt the rest of his fingers fan out over her calves and the backs of her legs. His fingers never lost contact as he slowly raised himself. She wondered where he would trail them at the top. When he moved slowly and deliberately like this in long sweeping strokes, she absolutely melted. She swallowed hard, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. What was he planning?
Just as quickly as the thought entered her mind, she pushed it aside, focusing all her attention on the present moment and his fingers meeting at the spot between her legs. Without altering the speed of his ascent, he brushed one hand and then the other up the center of her, skimming the surface of her most intimate parts. His palms felt soft on her cheeks, and his touch made her muscles tighten. When he stopped at the small of her back, she relaxed once again.
"Bend forward and rest on the counter. It will help me apply pressure." She leaned forward and rested her head on her overlapped hands, the weight of her torso supported by the cool granite underneath. Raising her arms above her head caused her bra straps to dig uncomfortably, and she shrugged, trying to adjust them. He noticed.
"Is your bra bothering you? I know how sore you get after a day of the straps digging into your shoulders. Here, let me help." He slid his hands under her hips and lifted gently, which she understood to mean he wanted her to stand. He turned her to face him and slid his hands inside the v-neck of her wrap dress, unsnapping the snap in the process. He slid her bra straps off her shoulders, relieving the pressure, and rubbed the angry grooves where the straps had been, soothing them. It felt wonderful. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back. Relief and gratitude filled her.
His thumbs traced the line of her collarbone, and her stomach fluttered. When he followed with his fingertips lightly stroking her upper chest, she felt herself getting wet. She moaned softly. With the snap undone, he easily pulled the stretchy knit wrap dress down over her shoulders, trapping her upper arms to her side. He reached around and unhooked her bra strap. Another wave of release washed over her as his hands brushed across the skin over her ribcage. She helped as he Kocaeli Escort Bayan (http://www.kocaelibayanescort.com) slid first one arm, then the other, out of her dress and bra. She stood with the dress still tied around her waist but her entire upper body exposed. They stood for a few moments while he looked at her breasts and she waited, eager for his touch. He withheld it from her and instead ran his gaze over her appreciatively. Finally, he reached out and cupped each breast, running his thumbs around her nipples, teasing. She exhaled impatiently and shifted her weight. He could see her agitation at being denied his touch, and he smiled at the way her body responded to him. The skin around her nipples began to pucker, and he ran his thumbs over the top several times, causing her to arch her back and catch her breath. She was getting too fidgety, and so he turned her around again.
"Put your hands behind your back." He moved behind her and kissed her neck while stroking her arms. Her hands took advantage of the fact that in this position, they rested against his cock. He hadn't told her not to rub or gently squeeze, so she did. He responded with a low grumble. He reached around and began fondling her breasts working his way toward her nipples, which had grown firm and erect. She leaned her weight against him, feeling safe and content and aroused.
Reading her arousal, he began working her nipples with a firmer touch, gently squeezing and twisting and then lightly brushing his knuckles across the top. Sounds of pleasure escaped her lips and she arched her back, pushing her buttocks into his hips with her hands trapped around his cock. This seemed to excite him, and he backed away, intending to prolong the session.
Moving his hands to her shoulder blades, he gently pushed her down. "Bend over so I can work on your back. We got distracted." She again placed her forearms on the counter as before and laid her head on the back of her hands. The granite was cold against her bare skin and so she hovered over it. This caused her breasts to sway. Her nipples brushed against the cold stone, erect and sensitive. She could feel her pussy lips swelling. Raising her dress above her hips, he exposed her rear. The feeling of her ass peeking out while the folds of her dress brushed her legs felt erotic.
He massaged her lower back, easing the tension of the day. Occasionally, his hands made a long trail up her back to her neck and down again. As his thumbs worked their magic, she relaxed further, reveling in his touch. He began to move his hands lower, working her glutes. Her nipples continued to brush against the countertop, sending shivers all over her body.
"Spread your legs for me." She was eager to comply. He spread her cheeks and brushed a finger over her tender flesh. The muscles contracted involuntarily. He continued forward to her pussy and placed his hand over her folds. Holding it there, he placed the other hand just at the top of her crease, with his thumb nestled in the valley. Applying light pressure, he waited. The pause was such a turn-on. The longer he waited, the faster her heart raced in direct opposition to the stillness. She knew what he wanted.
"Please," she whispered.
"Good girl."
His hands turned to magic, stroking her folds, moving in sweeping motions over her hood, finding her clit. As her arousal grew, his touch changed from light stroking to more pressure. He held her most private parts between his fingers and had his way with her. His other hand played with her ass and her pussy, holding her open to him. He fingered her while he played with her clit. She wanted more, and she told him so. She wanted to feel him everywhere, to know he held the keys that gave him alone access to her most private parts. She wanted him to make her cum.
She was so wet he knew he could do anything he wanted and she would oblige. He wanted to feel her orgasm contract around his cock.
"Wait here," he told her. "I'll be right back." While she waited, she stroked herself. It wasn't long before he returned with one of her favorite toys. It was curved and could occupy two places at once. He showed it to her with Escort Kocaeli (http://www.kocaelibayanescort.com) a devilish grin and gave her a deep kiss, cupping her face with his hand.
"I'm going to use this on you while I take you all at once. Are you ready for that?"
"Oh god, yes. I'm ready." With that, she put one knee up on the cushioned seat of the counter stool and slid it to the side. The effect was to open her legs wide and force her to lean her body on the counter for support. She placed her head to the side and watched as he took his place behind her. He traced her spine from the nape of her neck all the way down to her dripping pussy and rubbed circles around her vulva, covering the entire area in her wetness. She moaned and her knees grew weak. Thankfully, the counter supported most of her weight.
"I'm going to put this in you now," he said as she felt something cold enter her slowly. She clenched her vagina around it, but he pulled it out, just as slowly. This repeated several times as he held her open with his thumb. And then he opened the folds protecting her clit and placed the other end there, running the toy up and down her clit as the object slid in and out of her vagina. On the last inward and upward stroke, he pressed firmly and held it there. He turned on the vibrator and continued to pulse the toy into her in a slow rhythmic pattern. She couldn't stop her hips from moving in unison. The sight of her ass circling before him turned him on. He stroked her there.
"More, please," she said as she looked back at him. The desire in her eyes was evident. "Fill every part of me."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Absolutely."
The sight of her there spread wide before him, drunk with the vibrations pulsing through her pussy, asking him to take her completely, had made him hard. He used his fingers to spread her natural lubrication where it needed to go. She was so wet this was easy to do. His fingers made her groan.
"Oh, god, yes." She slid the counter stool an inch further out.
"Good girl."
With one hand holding the vibrator in place, he used the other to guide himself to her opening and pressed against it, seeking entry. She arched her back, inviting him. He pulsed and she cried out, desperate to feel him enter her. He did, slowly. She bucked her hips back into him.
"Don't move," he commanded. She stilled. "I want you to feel me slide in and out of you, and when you cum, I want to feel it. So be still and concentrate on what I'm doing to you. Don't forget, you're mine."
She took a deep breath and released it, calming the frenetic energy that had been building. "I am soooo yours."
"Hold this in place." He pressed the vibrator into her. She placed her hand over his and felt him slide his out. With both hands free, he used his thumbs to open her wider as he slowly pumped in and out of her.
"Oh god, you feel amazing. I'm not going to cum until I feel you pulsing around me," he told her. "I need you to cum for me."
She pulsed the vibrator and pumped her hips in small movements, increasing in speed as her orgasm built. He pumped faster and faster in rhythm with her. She felt his hands on her hips and the small of her back and spreading her cheeks. He was everywhere all at once, and the thought of it was more than she could take.
"Oh god, yes! Yes, yes, yes...." She pushed her hips back into him hard and stayed there as her orgasm took over. He felt the waves of her involuntary contractions and with the next thrust, he exploded inside her. Neither had full control over what happened next, allowing their primal needs to be met. When they were done, he bent over her and laid his head between her shoulder blades. The weight of him comforted her.
After a few moments, he slid out of her. She stood and turned to him, her dress falling around her once again. They kissed deeply, arms wrapped around each other.
"I love you."
"And I love you."
He kissed her forehead. She nuzzled his neck. They stood together in their kitchen as the timer went off, signaling their dinner was done. She stepped back and slid her arms back into her dress sleeves.
"You get the oven and I'll get the wine," he said. "But don't snap your dress back up. I like it wide open like that."
She smiled obligingly. "After dinner, take me upstairs to our bedroom? Let's continue where we left off."
"Of course," he replied. And he smiled that devilish smile that made her melt.
He noticed. Looking out the kitchen window, he had seen the slight furrow of her brow as she walked from her car into the house. In the few moments she had been settling herself, he had poured her a glass. He handed it to her now.
"Welcome home, love."
"Thank you." She smiled. He always made her smile. They kissed, sweetly, as their energies shifted from their external worlds and focused on each other. When their lips parted, she bowed her head ever so slightly so that their foreheads touched. His arm circled her, and he placed his palm flat against the small of her back. She felt the gentle pressure of him pulling her in towards himself. She eagerly leaned in and placed her palm on his chest, over his heart. Here, in the warmth of their home, in his arms, she didn't need the façade of emotional armor she usually wore. Here, she was simply his. And he was hers. And the equilibrium of their relationship freed them both.
She felt the energy begin to stir in her core as the warmth of his palm on the small of her back began to tingle. She smiled again, and though their foreheads were still touching, he recognized that smile. If there were any doubt, the low vibration that escaped from deep in her throat removed any uncertainty. She wanted more of his touch.
He pulled away and they looked deep into each other's eyes. She raised an eyebrow, questioning. Was he feeling the same? He smiled that knowing smile. Indeed, he was. She took a deep breath and sighed in anticipation at the possibility of what was to come.
"How long before dinner is ready?" she inquired.
"I just transferred it to the oven. It has to bake for an hour."
"Oh good." She smiled that mischievous smile again and took a long sip of bourbon. The burning warmth as the liquid traveled down her throat made her conscious of what else she'd like to have in her mouth. At this, she leaned in and tenderly kissed that spot on his neck she loved. He tilted his head to give her more access, as his right hand moved from the small of her back to her hip and his left hand raised to mirror the right. He squeezed and pulled his hips into hers. She felt his growing excitement through the thin fabric of her wrap dress.
Instinctively, she raised one leg and placed her foot on the rail of the counter stool, turning out her knee so that her hips could fit more closely to his body. At this, his hands circled her backside. She could feel the pressure of his fingertips on her buttocks as he drew her more tightly to him. She let out a soft moan. After being strong all day at work, bearing the responsibility that came with her professional role, it felt wonderful to simply take direction from someone she loved and trusted implicitly. She was more than willing in this moment to relinquish control to him. She wanted him to guide what was to come so that she didn't have to think or make any decisions. She could just enjoy, knowing that he would ensure their mutual pleasure. That he wanted this too was something she frequently worried about in the early stages of their relationship, but she had learned to accept it as true and was grateful they had found each other.
He felt her soften, and he knew she was his completely. He pulled away slightly, without letting go of her hips. Reluctantly, she broke contact with his neck and looked up at him. He met her gaze intently. She had kicked off her shoes already, and so she stood barefoot and bare legged in their kitchen. Her hands rested on his forearms. Slowly, he slid one hand down the outside of her thigh and began scrunching up her dress. She let her arm fall to her side and felt the flutter of fabric against her skin. Her heart began to race. When he got the hem of the dress up to her hip, he hooked one thumb over the waistband of her underwear and tugged. This caused her entire core to clench with desire Kocaeli Escort (http://www.kocaelibayanescort.com) and she felt pulled to him. She swayed momentarily and placed her hand on the counter to steady herself.
"That's a good idea," he said. "Why don't you turn towards the counter and place both hands there for balance." She did as he suggested, setting down her rocks glass and placing both feet on the floor once again. Moving behind her, his other hand traveled up her other thigh, under her dress, and he gently stroked her hips, upper thighs, and the area just above her mound. She could feel his breath on her. The few wisps of hair that had escaped their binding during the day tickled her neck. Her dress brushed her thighs as his hands moved back and forth over her. The combination of his hands and the feather light sensations of his breath, her hair, and the dress on her skin was arousing. Her breath began to become ragged. He kissed the back of her neck, and she felt the vibration of his deep voice as he spoke to her quietly.
"Let's take these off, and I'll massage your lower back for you. You must be tense." He knew she had been on her feet most of the day and that this always caused her lower back to ache. "Keep your hands on the counter. I'll do it for you." At this, the flutters in her stomach increased. She felt him slide her underwear slowly down the length of her legs. As he did so, he trailed his fingertips along the outside of her thighs. She stepped out of the garment, and he tossed it aside with one hand while the other hand encircled her ankle.
"Spread your legs slightly for me so that it's easier for you to balance." She did. He squeezed both ankles, his thumbs pressing the soft spot on the inside just under the bone. "That's good. Stay like this." With one last firm squeeze symbolically anchoring her feet to the floor, he began to slide his hands up her legs, his thumbs maintaining their vertical line. She felt the rest of his fingers fan out over her calves and the backs of her legs. His fingers never lost contact as he slowly raised himself. She wondered where he would trail them at the top. When he moved slowly and deliberately like this in long sweeping strokes, she absolutely melted. She swallowed hard, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. What was he planning?
Just as quickly as the thought entered her mind, she pushed it aside, focusing all her attention on the present moment and his fingers meeting at the spot between her legs. Without altering the speed of his ascent, he brushed one hand and then the other up the center of her, skimming the surface of her most intimate parts. His palms felt soft on her cheeks, and his touch made her muscles tighten. When he stopped at the small of her back, she relaxed once again.
"Bend forward and rest on the counter. It will help me apply pressure." She leaned forward and rested her head on her overlapped hands, the weight of her torso supported by the cool granite underneath. Raising her arms above her head caused her bra straps to dig uncomfortably, and she shrugged, trying to adjust them. He noticed.
"Is your bra bothering you? I know how sore you get after a day of the straps digging into your shoulders. Here, let me help." He slid his hands under her hips and lifted gently, which she understood to mean he wanted her to stand. He turned her to face him and slid his hands inside the v-neck of her wrap dress, unsnapping the snap in the process. He slid her bra straps off her shoulders, relieving the pressure, and rubbed the angry grooves where the straps had been, soothing them. It felt wonderful. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back. Relief and gratitude filled her.
His thumbs traced the line of her collarbone, and her stomach fluttered. When he followed with his fingertips lightly stroking her upper chest, she felt herself getting wet. She moaned softly. With the snap undone, he easily pulled the stretchy knit wrap dress down over her shoulders, trapping her upper arms to her side. He reached around and unhooked her bra strap. Another wave of release washed over her as his hands brushed across the skin over her ribcage. She helped as he Kocaeli Escort Bayan (http://www.kocaelibayanescort.com) slid first one arm, then the other, out of her dress and bra. She stood with the dress still tied around her waist but her entire upper body exposed. They stood for a few moments while he looked at her breasts and she waited, eager for his touch. He withheld it from her and instead ran his gaze over her appreciatively. Finally, he reached out and cupped each breast, running his thumbs around her nipples, teasing. She exhaled impatiently and shifted her weight. He could see her agitation at being denied his touch, and he smiled at the way her body responded to him. The skin around her nipples began to pucker, and he ran his thumbs over the top several times, causing her to arch her back and catch her breath. She was getting too fidgety, and so he turned her around again.
"Put your hands behind your back." He moved behind her and kissed her neck while stroking her arms. Her hands took advantage of the fact that in this position, they rested against his cock. He hadn't told her not to rub or gently squeeze, so she did. He responded with a low grumble. He reached around and began fondling her breasts working his way toward her nipples, which had grown firm and erect. She leaned her weight against him, feeling safe and content and aroused.
Reading her arousal, he began working her nipples with a firmer touch, gently squeezing and twisting and then lightly brushing his knuckles across the top. Sounds of pleasure escaped her lips and she arched her back, pushing her buttocks into his hips with her hands trapped around his cock. This seemed to excite him, and he backed away, intending to prolong the session.
Moving his hands to her shoulder blades, he gently pushed her down. "Bend over so I can work on your back. We got distracted." She again placed her forearms on the counter as before and laid her head on the back of her hands. The granite was cold against her bare skin and so she hovered over it. This caused her breasts to sway. Her nipples brushed against the cold stone, erect and sensitive. She could feel her pussy lips swelling. Raising her dress above her hips, he exposed her rear. The feeling of her ass peeking out while the folds of her dress brushed her legs felt erotic.
He massaged her lower back, easing the tension of the day. Occasionally, his hands made a long trail up her back to her neck and down again. As his thumbs worked their magic, she relaxed further, reveling in his touch. He began to move his hands lower, working her glutes. Her nipples continued to brush against the countertop, sending shivers all over her body.
"Spread your legs for me." She was eager to comply. He spread her cheeks and brushed a finger over her tender flesh. The muscles contracted involuntarily. He continued forward to her pussy and placed his hand over her folds. Holding it there, he placed the other hand just at the top of her crease, with his thumb nestled in the valley. Applying light pressure, he waited. The pause was such a turn-on. The longer he waited, the faster her heart raced in direct opposition to the stillness. She knew what he wanted.
"Please," she whispered.
"Good girl."
His hands turned to magic, stroking her folds, moving in sweeping motions over her hood, finding her clit. As her arousal grew, his touch changed from light stroking to more pressure. He held her most private parts between his fingers and had his way with her. His other hand played with her ass and her pussy, holding her open to him. He fingered her while he played with her clit. She wanted more, and she told him so. She wanted to feel him everywhere, to know he held the keys that gave him alone access to her most private parts. She wanted him to make her cum.
She was so wet he knew he could do anything he wanted and she would oblige. He wanted to feel her orgasm contract around his cock.
"Wait here," he told her. "I'll be right back." While she waited, she stroked herself. It wasn't long before he returned with one of her favorite toys. It was curved and could occupy two places at once. He showed it to her with Escort Kocaeli (http://www.kocaelibayanescort.com) a devilish grin and gave her a deep kiss, cupping her face with his hand.
"I'm going to use this on you while I take you all at once. Are you ready for that?"
"Oh god, yes. I'm ready." With that, she put one knee up on the cushioned seat of the counter stool and slid it to the side. The effect was to open her legs wide and force her to lean her body on the counter for support. She placed her head to the side and watched as he took his place behind her. He traced her spine from the nape of her neck all the way down to her dripping pussy and rubbed circles around her vulva, covering the entire area in her wetness. She moaned and her knees grew weak. Thankfully, the counter supported most of her weight.
"I'm going to put this in you now," he said as she felt something cold enter her slowly. She clenched her vagina around it, but he pulled it out, just as slowly. This repeated several times as he held her open with his thumb. And then he opened the folds protecting her clit and placed the other end there, running the toy up and down her clit as the object slid in and out of her vagina. On the last inward and upward stroke, he pressed firmly and held it there. He turned on the vibrator and continued to pulse the toy into her in a slow rhythmic pattern. She couldn't stop her hips from moving in unison. The sight of her ass circling before him turned him on. He stroked her there.
"More, please," she said as she looked back at him. The desire in her eyes was evident. "Fill every part of me."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Absolutely."
The sight of her there spread wide before him, drunk with the vibrations pulsing through her pussy, asking him to take her completely, had made him hard. He used his fingers to spread her natural lubrication where it needed to go. She was so wet this was easy to do. His fingers made her groan.
"Oh, god, yes." She slid the counter stool an inch further out.
"Good girl."
With one hand holding the vibrator in place, he used the other to guide himself to her opening and pressed against it, seeking entry. She arched her back, inviting him. He pulsed and she cried out, desperate to feel him enter her. He did, slowly. She bucked her hips back into him.
"Don't move," he commanded. She stilled. "I want you to feel me slide in and out of you, and when you cum, I want to feel it. So be still and concentrate on what I'm doing to you. Don't forget, you're mine."
She took a deep breath and released it, calming the frenetic energy that had been building. "I am soooo yours."
"Hold this in place." He pressed the vibrator into her. She placed her hand over his and felt him slide his out. With both hands free, he used his thumbs to open her wider as he slowly pumped in and out of her.
"Oh god, you feel amazing. I'm not going to cum until I feel you pulsing around me," he told her. "I need you to cum for me."
She pulsed the vibrator and pumped her hips in small movements, increasing in speed as her orgasm built. He pumped faster and faster in rhythm with her. She felt his hands on her hips and the small of her back and spreading her cheeks. He was everywhere all at once, and the thought of it was more than she could take.
"Oh god, yes! Yes, yes, yes...." She pushed her hips back into him hard and stayed there as her orgasm took over. He felt the waves of her involuntary contractions and with the next thrust, he exploded inside her. Neither had full control over what happened next, allowing their primal needs to be met. When they were done, he bent over her and laid his head between her shoulder blades. The weight of him comforted her.
After a few moments, he slid out of her. She stood and turned to him, her dress falling around her once again. They kissed deeply, arms wrapped around each other.
"I love you."
"And I love you."
He kissed her forehead. She nuzzled his neck. They stood together in their kitchen as the timer went off, signaling their dinner was done. She stepped back and slid her arms back into her dress sleeves.
"You get the oven and I'll get the wine," he said. "But don't snap your dress back up. I like it wide open like that."
She smiled obligingly. "After dinner, take me upstairs to our bedroom? Let's continue where we left off."
"Of course," he replied. And he smiled that devilish smile that made her melt.