Eeping a Tidy Itchen

I'm standing in the kitchen in the early morning in a long shirt that skims the top of my thighs. Hair wild and unkempt from sleep and last night's pleasure. Doing dishes long forgotten. I hear you come up behind me, and as you nuzzle my neck it causes goosebumps and makes my nipples harden against my shirt. My breath hitches as you slide a warm hand up my thigh and discover I didn't bother putting any panties on. You stroke the curve of my ass and urge me to continue my task.

Biting back a moan I lean forward and grab another dish to put in the sink while I push back against your crotch. I can just about imagine your smile as you can see my reaction to your presence and light teasing. As I straighten, I feel you move closer to press up against me. Your beard brushing against my neck as you ask me if this was what I was hoping for this morning as you reach around and trace a hard nipple with your thumb. I gasp and nod not trusting myself to actually speak aloud. In a low voice you tell me that if I want you to keep going, I should keep doing the dishes. The last thing I want you to do is stop so I grab some cutlery and try to focus. You pat my ass appreciatively and slide your hands higher under my shirt to stroke the underside of my breasts.

You move a little closer and I feel my ass press against your hard cock. I remember how good it felt the night before and let out a heavy breath. You pause as if to prompt me to continue with my task. I can't really vouch for how thoroughly I'm washing things at this point but there's no way I'm going to stop if that means you're going to stop touching me. Your right hand continues to caress my breasts but without touching my now achingly hard nipples while your left hand slides down and over my belly to lightly brush across my labia. A small moan escapes my lips as your hand continues its downward exploration only to find my pussy hot, wet and begging for more attention. You chuckle quietly and ask if I want you to touch me and all I can think to say is "fuck yes".

Your fingers brush lightly over my clit and you whisper in my ear telling me to spread my legs a little wider. At this point I give up on dishes and just hold onto the sink as your strong dexterous fingers tease and torment me. My breath comes quicker as you slide a finger inside me, and I can't help but moan as I feel myself try and squeeze around it. Your other hand comes lower and you use it to tease and rub my clit as you finger fuck me. My legs start to feel unsteady as my orgasm approaches and you can tell I'm close. I arch my back and cry out as I feel it roll over me and gasp to regain my breath. You trail kisses down the back of my neck and I can feel the smile on your lips and I know we aren't done.

Pushing back against you I turn around and wrap my arms around your neck pulling you close for a kiss. I smile and give you a naughty look before pushing you back against the bench behind us and starting to explore your body. I run my fingertips across your chest and abdomen and lick my lips in anticipation. I run my hand over the ridge of your hard cock before freeing it from your boxers. I give you my best sultry look before taking you in my hand and falling to my knees in front of you. I feel your hand slide into my hair as I take your hard length in my mouth and swirl my tongue around it. I slowly take every inch of you in my mouth as you grip the bench in one hand and my hair in the other.

I let you control the pace starting out slowly and teasing the head of your cock before taking you deeper. I can tell by your breathing and the low groan that you're enjoying what I can do with my mouth and stroke your balls with my free hand looking forward to the point at which you will find release in my mouth. Perhaps next time I might let you bend me over the bench and fuck me but this time I want to taste you. This first time I'm hoping will be enough that you never look at a sink of dirty dishes the same way again. When you finally cum I take care not to spill a drop before regaining my feet and rubbing against you. I grin and suggest that perhaps we might need to take this back to the bedroom for round two.