I slipped into the kitchen, the cool tiles beneath my bare feet a stark contrast to the heat pooling between my thighs. The house was quiet, the kids finally asleep after a long day. I found you leaning against the counter, a glass of wine in your hand, your tie loosened, the top buttons of your shirt undone. The sight of you, so powerful yet vulnerable, sent a shiver down my spine.
"You're late," I whispered, my voice husky with anticipation. I watched as your eyes darkened, taking in my barely there nightie, the way it clung to my curves, the way it barely covered my ass.
"You know I like to keep you waiting," you replied, your voice a low growl that sent a jolt of desire straight to my core. You took a sip of your wine, your eyes never leaving mine. "It makes the reward all the sweeter."
I bit my lip, my pussy already throbbing with need. I sauntered over to you, my hips swaying, my eyes locked onto yours. I reached out, my fingers tracing the outline of your cock through your pants. I felt you harden under my touch, and I smirked.
"You're already so hard for me," I purred, my fingers working the buttons of your shirt open, revealing your chiseled chest. I leaned in, my lips brushing against your ear. "I want you to fuck me right here, right now."
You groaned, your hands gripping my hips, pulling me against you. I could feel your dick pressing against me, and I moaned, my head falling back, giving you access to my neck. You took advantage, your lips trailing hot kisses down my throat, your hands sliding up my thighs, pushing my nightie up.
"Fuck, Hazel," you muttered against my skin, your fingers finding my wet pussy. "You're already so fucking wet for me."
I gasped as you slid a finger inside me, my hips bucking against your hand. I needed more, I needed you inside me. I reached for your belt, my fingers fumbling with the buckle in my haste.
"Patience, darling," you chuckled, your finger still pumping in and out of me. "We have all night."
Your eyes darkened, a wicked smile playing on your lips. You spun me around, bending me over the counter, my ass in the air. You flipped up my nightie, your hands caressing my cheeks, your fingers teasing my wet pussy from behind.
"Is this what you want?" you asked, your voice a low growl. Before I could respond, your hand came down on my ass, the smack echoing through the kitchen. I cried out, the sting of your palm sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my clit.
"Yes," I hissed, pushing my ass back against your hand.
You chuckled, your hand coming down again, this time harder, the sting sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. You spanked me again and again, each smack making me wetter, each smack making me needier.
"Please," I begged, my body trembling with need. "Please fuck me."
You lined your dick up with my pussy, rubbing the head against my wet folds. I moaned, pushing back against you, trying to impale myself on your cock. You chuckled, your hand coming down on my ass again.
You finally pushed inside me, your cock filling me, stretching me. I cried out, my body trembling with pleasure. You started to move, your hips slamming against my ass, your cock pounding in and out of me.
"Fuck, you feel so good," you groaned, your hands gripping my hips, pulling me back against you. "Your pussy is so tight, so wet."
I moaned, my body on fire, my need for you overwhelming. I reached between my legs, my fingers finding my clit, rubbing it in time with your thrusts.
"Fuck, yes," I cried out, my body trembling on the edge of orgasm. "I'm going to come."
You slammed into me, your hips grinding against my ass, your cock hitting that sweet spot inside me. I came with a cry, my body convulsing with pleasure, my pussy clamping down on your cock.
You groaned, your hips stuttering, your cock pulsing inside me as you came, filling me with your hot cum. We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies trembling with pleasure, our breaths coming in ragged gasps.
You pulled out, turning me around, pulling me into your arms. You kissed me, your lips soft against mine, your tongue sliding into my mouth. I moaned, my body melting against yours.
"You're amazing," you whispered against my lips, your hands sliding down to my ass, pulling me against you. "I could stay like this forever."
I smiled, my body still trembling with pleasure. "Me too," I whispered, my lips brushing against yours. "But I have a feeling we're just getting started."
You chuckled, your hands sliding up my body, cupping my breasts. "You're right," you said, your voice a low growl. "We have all night, and I plan on making the most of it."
And you did. You fucked me on the kitchen counter, against the wall, on the floor. You made me come over and over again, your cock filling me, your hands and mouth driving me wild. By the time we finally collapsed into bed, exhausted and spent, I knew one thing for sure. I was yours, completely and utterly. And I wouldn't have it any other way.