You're wearing a tight sage-green sweater and loose cream-coloured linen shorts. You are barefoot. You have a floral apron on, and the gap at the back is about six inches wide, showcasing your amazingly-shaped, sweet, supple ass.
You are the kitchen island just about to start dicing a large tomato for tacos. I see the lettuce and cheese is already grated. I could smell the cooked meat sauce before I even entered the house.
I step up close behind you. You stop mid-slice into the tomato and lean back to give me a kiss--a short, sweet one-second one. I move in closer, and put my arms under your arms and touch your hands. You stop slicing and lower the knife to the cutting board. I take the knife and finish the dicing. You move your hands to either side of the cutting board to steady yourself and lean back again farther and give me a longer, more passionate wet kiss. Our tongues tangle and tango.
My dicing done, I move my hands to embrace you. You instinctively start to move your hands to follow mine. I stop them and I firmly place your hands back on the counter where they were. You take the hint that I want you to leave your hands there while I start to ravish you. My hands move to your hips and I give you an affectionate firm squeeze before my hands slide down to your pussy. I give you some firm strokes there to get you excited. Then my hands glide up your tummy and cup your breasts. I nuzzle into your neck. My day-old whiskers tickle you. You giggle and instinctively raise your shoulder and cock your head to that side to squeeze my tickling face from your neck.
Hint taken, I move my face forward to your throat. You lean your head back slightly, then lean your head back more fully when my hands grasp your tits firmly and squeeze hard. I squeeze rhythmically and stroke and pinch your nipples, now erect and firm, and easily detectable even under your bra, sweater, and apron. I kiss and lick your throat, and give a small, playful bite. In return, you tiptoe and push back hard and rise up and down against the hard bulge in my pants that is wedging its way between your ass cheeks. The loose linen shorts allow my cock room to wriggle in. Then when my cock is wedged more fully between your cheeks, you squeeze your ass cheeks together and clench me...hard. I groan with pleasure and anticipation.
My hands slide from your breasts to your underarms and continue down your upper arms, over the undulations of the sweater that you had pushed up your elbows and down to your bare forearms. My hands wrap around your forearms and slide down to your hands still resting flat on the island counter. My hands glide over the backs of your hands, my fingers interlace with your fingers and we simultaneously close our hands, locking our hands together in loving fists. After five seconds I can feel you're trying to unlock your hands and twist your body so you can turn to face me.
I resist, holding your hands more tightly and pulling them across each other and toward you so that your arms and mine hug you tightly under your breasts. I relax my hands to release you and you quickly spin to face me. We kiss passionately. You moan softly. I slide my hands down to your hips and then around the small of your back. I squeeze hard suddenly, surprising you. You would gasp with excitement, except my hug is so fast and firm that I constrict your diaphragm forcing air out of you. You give the reverse of an inward gasp. It sounds like 'henngh' as air is squeezed from your lungs.
Your arms are wrapped equally tight around my neck and you are on tiptoes. Our chests are tightly locked together and I can feel and hear our two hearts pounding madly. You are gasping because my hug allows only rapid shallow breaths for the oxygen your body so desperately needs. You are getting light-headed from anticipation and hyperventilation. You gasp and moan my name softly twice. By coincidence, we simultaneously whisper desperately into each other's ear "I want you..."
After more passionate, furious kissing, I hiss "I want
your
taco, now!"
You know I don't mean the taco you've just been preparing for lunch. You jump up and wrap your legs around my waist, locking your ankles together behind my back. I walk you to our bedroom. I feel your weight pushing pleasantly down on my hips--and my cock.
We're both thinking the same thing: "The kids will be home from school for lunch in about 20 minutes." But neither of us say this aloud...it'll spoil the fantasy that it's just us and our time right now.
But our time is short.
I drop you gently on the corner of the bed. You start pulling furiously at my belt, and pull it free from my jeans with a sharp thwack like a bullwhip. You pull my jeans off within seconds. I only have to help by stepping out of them. You roughly yank my shirt over my head. I'm fully naked. You start biting and sucking my nipples hard for several seconds before you stop briefly to pull off your apron, sweater and satin bra and then you slide your shorts and panties down in a seductive shimmying motion.
You lay a long passionate probing kiss on me, sucking my tongue hard, before jumping up on me and wrapping your legs around me as you did a minute earlier. Except now we're both naked and I can feel the heat and wetness of your 'taco' as you work it, trying to slip down on my erect ramrod. I let you slide onto me. Your tight heat embraces me firmly. You moan and your eyes, half closed before, now flick open fully wide as I fill you to the hilt. Your eyes close again... slowly, and your lashes flutter. Your eyes roll back as you savor the pleasure of my cock bouncing into you as I walk to the bedroom wall.
I push you against the wall firmly. I pump you furiously for several strokes. I'm surprised I didn't pound you through the drywall.
I stop ramming your cunt, but push hard with my cock and my body, pinning you against the wall. I tell you to raise your arms above your head with one hand on top of the other, palms facing out in a 'martyr' pose. You comply and I put my right hand on your hands, locking them in place. My left hand firmly grasps your throat and I give a firm squeeze to mildly choke you. You gasp with excitement and anticipation.
I lock my mouth on yours. Our lips sealed together, my tongue slithers into your mouth and probes your tongue. Your tongue slithers and darts back against my tongue. Your breath quickens even more. I remove my hand and you drop your hands quickly to cup your naked breasts.
