He liked watching her work in her bare feet and apron covering the cute sundress that accentuated her curves just right. She moved with confidence, almost graceful, sure of herself and her abilities in the kitchen. No doubt she was in her comfort zone. He couldn't help but wonder what was under that dress.
She could feel his eyes on her as she moved about the kitchen. Knowing he was watching put a little extra sway in her step, bending a little further than necessary when checking the oven, giving him a good view of her ample ass, 'accidentally' dropping a thing or two to give him an eye full of her cleavage. Teasing him was turning her on so much. Her panties would be soaked...if she was wearing any.
She could feel his breath on her neck when he came up behind her causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. He pressed against her from behind, sliding one arm around her waist. "Are you sure you don't need a hand?"
"No, I'm almost done."
"That's not what I meant," he said and slid his hand up to cup her breast and kissed her neck. Her nipple stiffened under his touch.
"I thought you was hungry?" she asked.
"Starving... that's why I want dessert first," he answered pressing himself more firmly against her. She could feel his bulge pressing against her ass. He slid his hand up her inner thigh, just barely grazing her pussy, just enough to confirm that she wasn't wearing any panties as promised.
"You want me to stop?"
"Oh god no," the words had barely left her mouth before he pressed his hand more firmly on her pussy. His fingers rubbing along her wet slit. He turned her to face him. She gasped with pleasure when he slid two fingers in deeper. Then he raised his hand to her mouth, his fingers glistening with her nectar. They shared a taste of her from his fingers, tongues intertwining into a passionate kiss.