It's been a long day. You're so tired and one bad conversation away from telling your boss to shove it. The prospect of a shower and comfy pants is the only thing keeping you going right now.
'Maybe no pants tonight? We'll see what sounds comfortable after I'm clean.' You think.
Finally, you're in the driveway. The stress of the days slowly fading as you reach to open the door. Instantly, you're hit with the smell of dinner cooking. Lemon pepper, garlic and rosemary filling your nostrils and tightening your stomach. You didn't realize you were so hungry.
As you round the corner to peer into the kitchen, you see me dancing around with headphones on, keeping an eye on the two pans sizzling on the stove. You stop for a moment to take in the scene.
I have a plain white t-shirt on that fits snug against my chest and a pair of blue under armor running pants that hang loosely over my hips and bare feet. I haven't noticed you. My head starts to bang as I sing along with the song playing in my ears. Sometimes, I have a great voice, but headphones must make me tone deaf.
You hold back a chuckle and sneak closer to see what's cooking. Lemon pepper chicken with salted green beans and rosemary potatoes. A simple dish, but delicious.
"OH SHIT!" I cry out. I finally notice you standing there. "Jesus, babe, you scared the hell out of me."
You smile, walk in for a deep hug and let my scent fade the rest of the day away. I move my hand to your cheek and kiss you softly for a long moment.
"Are you hungry?" I ask. "You'll have to wait just a bit longer."
Disappointment and confusion rise as I turn off the stove, cover the pans and move them to a cool spot. I turn, grab your hips and pull you close to me. Your chest pressed firmly against mine.
"What's the occasion?" You ask.
"I don't know. It's Friday?" I say. I smile and hold your gaze before leaning in, grabbing a small handful of your hair just above the back of your neck, guiding your head away so I can kiss your neck. My free hand slides down your ribs, back across your hips and finally cupping and squeezing your ass. You melt into me.
You let out a soft moan as my hands gently squeeze. Your hands find their way to my back, sliding up to my shoulders. I push you back until you're pinned against the fridge. My hands move to untuck your shirt and expose your stomach. I let the fabric fall on my wrists as I slide my hands up your smooth skin from your waist to your ribs. Then grabbing the shirt and pulling it over your head, exposing a simple but sexy blue bra.
I catch your eyes and look deep into them as I lean in for another passionate kiss. My arms wrap around you and you barely feel my hands move to unclasp your bra. The relief as your breasts let loose and hang free feels wonderful. I pull the bra down, toss it aside and return my hands to your ribs to gently massage and scratch your tender shin. Getting the sensation back after being constricted all day.
"Does that feel better, baby?"
"Yes. That feels wonderful." You say as the sensation exhilarates you.
My hands then grip your ribs firmly and pull your chest to my face. I kiss your delicate skin center between your cleavage and inch my way upwards, kissing slowly higher. As I reach your shoulder, you feel my hand move up to grab the tuft of hair on the back of your neck again and gently pull down. You let out another soft moan as my teeth sink into the meat of your shoulder. I don't bite hard, but you know it'll be enough to leave a mark.
'Ugh, is that going to be visible?' You think for a moment. My free hand moves to firmly grab your breast and again press you against the fridge. 'Fuck it! That's a tomorrow problem.'
Your hand reaches for the waist band of my pants. The elastic pulls easily away from my skin and I feel the backs of your fingers graze the skin of my lower abs, slightly teasingly. You reach into my pants. You want to feel my erect cock. You want me to know that I make you feel good and want me to feel the same.