He stood in the entry to the kitchen, a smile wide across his face.
There she was, her hair put up in a partial bun/ponytail exposing the back of her neck. She was on her hands and knees, scrubbing at the oven, her white tank top accentuated her bosom and curves.
She stood up, taking the rubber gloves off her hands and turned to the sink to wash up.
He moved quietly behind her, softly kissing the back of her neck and brought his hands to her hips caressing her.
'Tony' she moaned his name as his hands moved up under her top, to her bare breasts beneath it. 'I really have to get this kitchen cleaned'.
'It can wait' he whispered.
Turning her around, he pressed his lips to the crook of her neck, nibbling and kissing.
She returned the kissing, turning her mouth towards him, tracing her tongue over his lips. Pushing past them and seeking his tongue with her own.
She loved when he kissed her. They were always full of passion and want.
He pressed forward, moving her backwards to the island in the middle of the room. He motioned her upward and helped her climb up. Lifting her shirt over her head, and kissing her hard again before his mouth made it to her ample breasts, nibbling and sucking her nipples into his mouth, one at a time.
Her fingers dragged down his back.
His hands, moved from her breasts down to her jeans, and he undid them tugging them past her hips. She helped him by lifting up and pushing them down with one hand.
Tossing them aside, he kissed her tummy, licking downward.
