Late Night Welcome Home

My husband came home a bit later than me from work and I already felt very horny. When he knocked, I opened the door quickly and met him with a huge sexy welcoming smile. Hubby was surprised! My light blue dress barely covered my naked thighs, enticing him. He closed the door behind him as I turned around, hips swaying, returning to the open kitchen where I was preparing dinner. The aroma of garlic and herbs hung in the air, mingling with the anticipation that throbbed between us.

My man followed me, watching my bare ass swinging in rhythm with my steps. I picked up where I left off to open the door, stirring the entrée with a swift, confident hand. I felt his arms snake around me from behind, his touch both possessive and gentle, and his lips against my neck, a slow, deliberate exploration that sent shivers down my spine.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. I threw my head back and smiled as his hand crept up my right thigh and under my dress. As might be expected, I was completely bare underneath, a delicious invitation that he couldn’t resist. “Wow, you are basically cooking naked!” he said, his voice a low rumble.

“Well, I expected you, so…,” I replied, my voice laced with playful provocation.

He moved upward now with both hands, slowly rubbing over my belly and reaching for my high, protruding breasts. Both hands grasped my tits, a firm, possessive grip that sent a jolt of pleasure through me. “Mmmhh,” I moaned, “it is difficult to cook like this.” He just laughed and pressed his hips against my lovely hot ass. My nipples were rock hard, begging for attention. “I feel something hard back there,” I laughed, tilting my hips slightly to enhance the sensation.

“It’s because of these beautiful tits of yours. They make my cock hard,” he said, his voice thick with desire. Then his right hand made its way back down my body, reaching for the sweet place between my legs. He stroked quickly over my labia and then pressed his middle finger against my pussy lips for a few seconds – not deep, just putting the tip of his finger in only to retract it again a moment later. I let out a deep moan.

“You are really ready,” he said directly into my ear, his voice a promise of what was to come. He brought the finger that was in my pussy only a second before to his mouth.

I sucked my juices off and said, “Yeah, I am so wet! I really want your cock!”

“What do you want to do with my cock?” he asked, his eyes locked on mine, a silent challenge hanging in the air.

“I want to taste it. I want to feel it in my mouth. I want it inside me.”

He responded by petting my mound again, a slow, deliberate caress that built the tension even further. I bit my lips, and my breathing got heavier. I turned my head toward him, anticipating the pleasure he was about to unleash. “Please, can I suck your cock? Let me suck it!” He kissed me softly and opened his pants, revealing his hard, pulsating cock. The sight of it sent another wave of heat through me.

I quickly turned off the stove, turned around, and whispered, “I am going to put this cock in my mouth!” Then I slowly went down on my knees, fixing him with my eyes full of arousal and determination. His pants were down, exposing his big, hard, pulsating cock. I continued looking at him with that horny expression on my face. How eagerly I wanted to give him oral pleasure; I might enjoy it even more that he would. His cock stood only an inch away from my mouth which hung slightly open.

Ithen moved my head forward, wrapped my lips around his cock head, and closed my eyes as soon as I felt his cock inside my mouth. Mysaliva made his cock wet instantly, and I moaned, proof of the thrill of engulfing him. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of heat, texture, and taste.

“Uhhh, you can’t believe how good that feels,” he said, his voice thick with pleasure.

I pulled off of him just long enough to say, “I am so cock-hungry! You feel so good in my mouth!” Then I closed my lips around his cock again, this time taking it deeper, drawing out a low moan from my throat. I sucked on it a few seconds and then slowly withdrew, causing it to flip upwards like a spring when it popped out of my mouth. I shook my head, laughing. “Aaahhhh! That is so good!”

“You can have more if you want,” he replied and watched me put his cock back in my mouth before he even finished the sentence. I sucked as if my life depended on it, lost in the intoxicating pleasure. But after a while, I had to take a quick break to gasp some air.

When I was about to continue sucking, he said, “No, wait!”

I stopped, my mouth open, my tongue touching the tip of his cock. I looked up at him, awaiting further instructions. “I want to put my cock into your pussy now,” he said. “You must be so wet by now. I want to fuck you!”

I smiled and got up, putting my hands on his face, kissing him, and saying, “Ok, fuck me!” He quickly turned me around and lifted my dress. The cool air against my skin heightened my anticipation.

In anticipation of his cock entering me from behind, I leaned a bit forward toward the stove, my body pressed against the warm metal. Briefly distracted by the uncooked dinner and the thought that I’d have to finish cooking it later, I felt his cock slide into my wet pussy like a hot knife through butter. I moaned loudly as his cocked entered surprisingly quickly. He started to pound me, stuffing his big shaft as deep into my pussy as possible. The rhythm was primal, raw, and utterly satisfying.

“Oohh, this is so good,” I said between heavy breaths.

“There is nothing better than to have my cock in your wet pussy,” he said and continued to fuck me with ever-increasing speed. My body arched in response, my muscles tensing with each thrust. The heat was intense, almost unbearable, but I welcomed it, savoring every moment.

Iwas so horny and his cock gave me so much pleasure that it was difficult for me to say anything between my heavy breathing and moaning. “Aahhh, this is so good! Yeah, fuck me!” I shouted. “Aaahhh, fuck, I am cumming!” I let out a short cry when orgasm finally hit me. “Ah!” Then at the height of my climax, I shouted out louder and louder, “Aaaaaaahhhhh!” my eyes closed and mouth open wide.

When I was done, I immediately turned around to face him and said, “Now I want to taste your sperm!” Quick as a wink, I sank back down on my knees, wrapping my hand around his cock, wet from my pussy juice. I started to rub it, my mouth open and eyes cast upward to him in expectation of a big load of cum. I increased the pace and licked his tip while constantly looking at him.

“I so fucking want your cum! Come on, I want your cum in my mouth!” I continued stroking him, and as his breathing got heavier, I knew that he was about to explode.

“It´s coming soon,” he said while moaning. “I am almost there. Just a little bit more.” He threw his head back. “Yeah, now! Ooohhhh!” A long string of sperm shot out of the tip of his cock.

It seemed like slow motion. I tried to follow that beautiful stream of semen which landed half on my hair and half on my face. I quickly brought his cock head to my lips to catch the next shot because I so desperately wanted to feel it on my tongue. But I didn’t quite make it.

His second blast came out of the tip just when I had reached it, the sperm splashing onto my lips and dropping from there to the kitchen floor. I opened my mouth and closed my lips around his cock and another load of sperm filled my mouth, causing me to moan in ecstasy as I slowly moved his cock out of my mouth, closing my lips so that I could taste the sperm in my mouth and on my tongue.

Then I stood up. I looked at him and swallowed the rest of his cum with a big smile. “I need to finish dinner now. But afterward, maybe…,” I trailed off with an naughty look on my face.

Be prepared for a hot night! “ he remarked.

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