There is something so intoxicating about being desired so completely, knowing he craves me as much as I want him. Our relationship so passionate that we find it almost impossible to be in the same room without tearing off each other's clothes. Unable to bear not touching if near one another. The mere thought of his big hard dick making me instantly ready every time. This evening was no exception.
Music blaring from my phone on the kitchen counter, I dip my hands in the warm soapy water and begin to clean the dishes. A sexy song comes on and I wriggle my hips to the beat, the movements making my shorts rub nicely against my ass. Thoughts of wriggling back against my lovers' hard cock fill my head. I shake my head to clear the images, I want to finish the cleaning before he is out of the shower so we can relax. I manage to pull myself together enough to continue, swaying slowly as I clean the plates, placing each one on the drainer in turn. Just the cutlery left and I can turn my attention to the counters. Thinking of the counters brings to mind images of the many times we have fucked over them, on them, and I'm distracted again. Daydreaming, wetness pooling in my red lace panties, I can't think. A fork slips from my hands and drops to the floor, the clattering sound startles me back to reality. I bend over to retrieve it from the tiled floor, a low growl from behind me alerts me to his presence. I return to an upright position, taking care to move slowly so he can appreciate the view, knowing the sight of my round buttocks bent over so invitingly would cause a stir in his pants. Another low growl tells me that it has had the desired effect.
He strides over to me purposefully, grabs my hips and pulls me close, his engorged cock pressing into the small of my back, making my head dizzy. Roughly he drags my shorts to one side, rubbing his hand against the curve of my mound. The moisture saturating the cotton crotch of my thong, this pleases him and with the other hand he pulls me closer, a guttural growl in my ear. I moan deep and instinctively press back onto his inquisitive fingers, my head sinking back towards his eager mouth. His tongue and lips exploring my neck, shivers of anticipation washing over me. The ever present need for him bubbling just below the surface, emerging so strong I can't control my reactions. I whimper softly, the delicious slow pressure of his fingers sliding from my clit to my throbbing opening causing my legs to go weak with wanting. The urge to spin round and mount his impressive swelling almost taking me over, but the sweet motions of his hands holding me hostage to the moment. Rubbing the lace deeper between my lips, my panties are soaked, it's a struggle to control hips.
