You watch me cook dinner in the kitchen from the doorway. I'm in a tight, tank top and loose, flowing skirt, no underwear or bra, and my hair let down for once. I feel your eyes on me and I look over to the doorway out of the corner of my eye, seeing you grinning with a lustful look in your eyes. I look back at what I'm doing trying to ignore what I know you're planning silently to yourself. You slowly step towards me, wrap your arms around my waist, and start to gently kiss my neck.
I let out a giggle.
"I'm cooking dinner babe, not right now." I tell you.
You don't care. You reach over me and turn the stove off. Then continue to kiss my neck. You start to press my hips against the counter as I feel your hard cock against my ass through my thin skirt.
You turn me around to face you. You're looking deep, and lustfully into my gentle, tired looking eyes. You start to kiss me softly, our bodies melting together, as you slip your tongue into my mouth. You take in the sweet taste of my soft lips against yours. While you are kissing me, you walk me over to the wall and press me hard against it. I let out a sigh. Your hands begin to touch my body.
Slowly stroking my face, telling me with your touch "Now you're mine."
Your hands travel down my neck, taking in my soft, vulnerable skin. Your touch is gentle yet powerful, and you feel me surrendering myself to you. Your hands travel further down my body, caressing my shoulders, down my arms, to my hands where our fingers intertwine as you press them against the wall. Ours bodies press tighter together, I feel your now harder cock against me through my skirt. As you continue to kiss me, I wonder to myself if you know how wet your touch has gotten me.