She had been planning this day for some time. He had been busy with work, and she could tell the stress was weighing on him. So, she took in upon herself to provide his mind with a little naughty distraction. She had been teasing him all day by sending sweet but naughty text messages and pictures in an attempt to make sure his mind and body would be ready upon his return.
Dinner was already prepared and in the oven. His favorite! And for dessert, he could have her (but she had hot baked cookies and ice cream too). Now all she could do was wait, but time was ticking by so slowly, and her mind began to wonder.
She thought about the first time they were together. She thought about how his hands wrapped so perfectly around her and how his warm body pressed against her as he pinned her down, taking her, ravaging her body, and claiming every inch of it.
She glared at the timer as she leaned over the counter. Slowly, she let her delicate fingers explore her flesh which was easily done as the only thing covering her was the fabric of the cooking apron she was wearing - covered in flour and other remnants of the meal she had prepared. Gently, but firmly, she pinched and tugged on her tender nipples teasing them the way he had the first time. Softly she moaned as she felt herself getting wet and needy.
Hesitantly her fingers traced the curves of her body. Tickling her flesh, she giggled to herself until her fingers touched her swollen bean. She moaned as her fingers flicked and teased it. She imagined how his mouth had devoured her. His warm breath teased her, as his tongue spread her lips and drank from her. She recalled the feel as he nibbled her flesh and lapped up her juices as she pushed her hips up to meet his lips.
Sinking her fingers in deeply, she whimpered. She knew he would not approve of how she had started without him, but she could not help herself. She shut her eyes tightly, feeling how her muscles spasmed - contacting tighter around her fingers and inviting them in deeper.
She was so lost in the sensations that she did not hear him enter. She did not sense his glare as he gazed upon her pale flesh. Her ass was pushed out as she leaned over the counter. Her rounded tits bounced as she drove her fingers in deep. He growled a deep rumble from within, and he stroked himself through his jeans in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure building, rousing her from her thoughts.
She spun around in surprise to face him as he quickly closed the distance between them. He was home early as he was unable to take anymore of her playful teasing. Knowingly, she backed away, until she felt the cold counter against her back; but she could not escape him as he wrapped his hand firmly around her neck. His lips possessively claimed hers. The sound of their heaving breathing - her whimpers mixed with his primal moans - filled the air. His kiss was demanding as she opened her mouth to him. His tongue began to dance with hers.
It was only once she felt he had stolen every once of air from her and her mind began to spin that his lips left her - swollen and bruised. Fiercely he nipped at her jaw line and neck. His hand entwined into her hair, pulling it roughly so that her head fell back. Her neck became fully exposed to him. Softly, but firmly, he whispered words of how naughty she had been, how needy she had made him, and how she must be punished for misbehaving. Her heart raced in anticipation as he had never punished her before. He watched as the arteries in her neck pulsed and noted how her breathing changed. She mewled and whimpered as she attempted to look at him.
Releasing her hair, he wrapped his hands around her waist lifting her until she was seated on the cold counter. Grabbing her ankles, he spread her wide. What a view this was! Her naked flesh was on display as she sat spread upon his counter. Her long hair cascaded down over her shoulders. She had streaks of flour in her hair and smudged across her cheeks. Her eyes, glazed over and needy, stared at him as she bit her lip nervously. Her round tits peeked out beneath the apron, and her pink parts were glistening and dripping.
He stepped back and leaned against the opposite counter. 'Continue," he demanded as he repositioned and stroked himself once more. She was hesitant to follow his command. Did he mean to just watch as she pleasured herself on the kitchen counter? "Continue," he commanded once again. A grumble of heated want and frustration escaped him as he stared her down. Her heart raced under his watchful gaze.
Keeping eye contact with him, she placed one hand flat upon the counter propping herself up. With the other hand, trembling, she reached behind her to undo the apron.
He growled once more causing her to stop. "Leave it baby girl and continue," he commanded, a little gentler this time. Slowly and softly, she allowed her fingers to slide down her neck to her breast once more. Keeping eye contact, she pinched and twisted. Her lips parted in a silent moan. Her nipples, tender and engorged, turned bright pink beneath her fingers. She silently begged for him to sooth them with his warm breath and wet tongue, but he continued to watch her, never breaking eye contact. However, he did not touch her or satisfy her need.
Sighing, she allowed her fingers to move to her clit. It throbbed angrily. Unsatisfied. Her small delicate fingers did not provide the same sensation and stimulation that he so expertly granted her each time their bodies touched. She whimpered in frustration knowing this was her punshiment.
Gliding her fingers through her glistening crevice, she opened herself wider, a silent teasing plea, as he stood watching. His large hands continued to stroke himself through his jeans. He hadn't even given her anything to see.
She whimpered again, more loudly this time, in protest as she slid her fingers in deep once more, allowing them to dip in and out of her needy little pussy. She knew she could make herself cum, but she wanted him. She needed him to fill her, to stretch her, to satisfy every inch of her.
He smirked at her. He knew exactly what he was doing. He watched as her breathing changed and she fell into rhythmic motion. Her tits bounced as she thrust her finger in deep. He saw how her eyes began to glaze over and legs began to tremble. He knew when to start his countdown. With each count he took a step closer to her. At five, he stood between her legs. He could smell her sweet scent. He wanted to devour her, but she needed to be punished. And so, at three, he placed his palm against her throbby pussy, stilling her.
She mewled and cried in frustration. "Please," she whimpered, but her plea was drowned out by the sound of the timer. It startled her. She had completely forgotten about the dinner.
Taking hold of her hips he pulled her off the counter, leaving a trail of her juices behind. She whimpered and tried to plea with him, but he silenced her. Kissing her cheek, he motioned for her to kneel, there in the kitchen, wearing only her apron.
Slowly she sank to her knees. Typically kneeling for him was a form of pleasure, but tonight all she felt was frustration. Spreading she legs to expose herself to him, she placed her hands face up on her thighs. It was only when she was in this position that he broke eye contact with her as her gaze shifted down..
