She stood next to the bathroom sink, engrossed in her morning preparations for work, and almost jumped out of her skin when he put his arms around her. "Hey baby," she said as he gently kissed her neck. His intentions were loud and clear, but her time was growing short, "No, I need to get ready for work."
His arms crossed over her chest and down toward her legs. There was nothing beneath the strapless dress she'd chosen for that day. He knew this dress as well: get it off her chest and gravity does the rest.
She caught the dress just as it came off her breasts and turned to face him. The frustration in her eyes was almost playful, aware of her time but still wanting what he was offering. "I need to finish getting ready for work," she was more assertive with her words.
He kissed her lips. She melted. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. The dress had to have fallen to the floor, and hand moving across her back and down to her firm ass revealed her to be naked. He found her pussy mound. She inhaled sharp and deep against his lips and broke the kiss, wrapping tighter around him as sensations began to flood her body. She whispered, "You're a fucking brat, you know."
He lowered himself slightly and put his arm around her back and fingered her clit and pussy harder. Her body turned to liquid around him. She breathed harder, moans riding each exhalation like a cat purring with each stroke along its back. It took only moments before she was wrapping tight around him to brace herself as her body started to cum. Her breathing showed its progression, her breathing growing harder, the moans louder, and then... he stopped.
She moaned loudly that time, "What the hell are you doing?"
