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.
