I hear him in the kitchen and my heart leaps; my step is light as I bound down the stairs to meet him with a kiss and a warm squeeze. My arms slide around his neck and I press my body full length against him. I stretch up on my toes and slide my soft lips against his, holding them there for a long moment. I can feel the corners of his mouth turn up as he grins.
"Miss me, little one?"
"Always."
"Show me."
I step back from him, a blush surfacing on my cheeks, the heat creeping all the way down my neck to the tops of my breasts. My fingers are slow and deliberate as they push the straps of my sundress down off my shoulders, the filmy material slipping down my arms and landing in a pool at my feet. His eyes touch me everywhere. His voice is firm and low, not much more than a rumble in his chest.
"Show me."
A ball of heat and lust forms in my belly, unfurling at the apex of my thighs. I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and tug them down, stepping out of them. I look up at him as I straighten, holding the panties out to him while I stand naked in our kitchen, awaiting his next command.
He walks around me in a circle, his fingertips graze lightly over the skin of my arm, my back, my ass. I'm standing perfectly still but cannot suppress a shiver. He comes around in front of me again and tweaks my nipple gently; I do not react. He folds my panties neatly and lays them down on a chair, then tweaks my other nipple. I sigh softly, goose bumps forming on my arms. He smiles as his lips descend, capturing a taut nipple in the warm wetness of his mouth. I squirm, aching for more suction, more sensation, then whimper as one of his hands slides up my inner thigh and grazes my pussy.
"Are you wet for me?"
"Always."
With his hands around my waist, he lifts me and settles me on the counter, the granite smooth and cold under me. He nudges my knees apart and stands between them, eyes locked on mine while with one hand he gently spreads open my pussy, the other hand slipping a finger inside. I feel him slide in and out, in and out, then watch his finger approach my mouth.
"Open."
I open my mouth and taste myself on his finger, tongue flicking over his digit with the same deliberate slowness I use when tasting his cock. I can see in his eyes when his brain makes the connection between the two sensations, and although I'm blushing, my grin is wicked. "Naughty little tease." He half chuckles, then kisses me senseless and I wonder if he can taste me on my own tongue.
The kiss ends and I reach for his belt, but he pushes my hand away and kisses his way down my body, taking his time and lavishing my breasts with attention. I arch towards him and his skilled mouth, craving more.
His lips are tender and gentle as they make their way down over my stomach, across my hip. I watch the top of his head as he moves his mouth to my pussy, then close my eyes on a moan when he rubs his tongue down over my wet lips, then back up between them. He suckles and softly tugs on them, then uses his thumbs to spread me open. The tip of his tongue teases the entrance to my body, and my hips gyrate of their own accord. Pressing his tongue flat against me, he slides it up between my lips and over my clit, then rubs in small, fast circles. My hands grip his shoulders tightly, thighs stretched taut on either side of his head. My toes curl and I shiver, moaning for him as the orgasm washes through me.
I lay on the counter, eyes closed, waiting to hear his zipper. A moment passes, then two. I open my eyes to see him watching me, still fully clothed.
"...Sir?"
"You are beautiful, do you know that? Especially after you've had an orgasm."
I blush, sitting up, closing my legs and attempting to cover myself with my arms. "I, uh, well, thank you."
He takes my arms and puts them at my sides, then pushes my knees apart. His eyes devour me, head to toe, lingering longer in some places than others. I feel naked and exposed in ways that are more than physical. His smile tells me just how much he understands, and I'm a bit surprised as he bends down, picking up my dress and slipping it on for me. Suddenly I feel an emptiness descend. Something inside me that needs to be filled. I reach for him, but he kisses my cheek and leaves the kitchen.
Later, as he sleeps beside me, the emptiness has moved north from between my legs to between my breasts. I try to sleep, but can't. I toss and turn, then finally get up and make my way downstairs, into the kitchen. Walking past the counter I go over to the little table by the door and unplug my phone from its charger. The guilt at dialing his number doesn't even come close to outweighing the need to fill the void in my chest. He answers on the second ring.
