I sat at the table in the kitchen watching her as she poured herself a glass of iced tea. She had the worst case of bedhead, her red mane a tangled mess from our lovemaking the previous evening. The nightgown she wore did a poor job of hiding much of her, but I enjoyed that it tried, its failure giving me a cheap thrill that put a smile on my face.
"Stop looking at me like that," she said with a smile as she blushed and shook her head. "You know I have an appointment to get the oil changed at ten o'clock."
"How am I looking at you?" I asked, sipping from my coffee mug, my eyes smiling at her from above the rim.
"Like you're going to devour me any second."
"That's a thought, love."
"Dude. I have this appointment," she repeated, trying to remain focused.
I might have listened, but there in her eyes I saw what I wanted to see. That look. Call it need. Call it weakness. Call it whatever. She was going to miss her appointment. I stood and walked over to the counter where she was standing. Placing the mug on the counter, I grabbed a handful of her hair and tilted her head back, locking eyes with her.
"Bob," she said, sounding more like a gasp than a word. "I..."
I covered her mouth with mine, my tongue invading as I pressed her up against the counter with my body. She moaned as I kissed her. I broke the kiss so I could pull back and gaze into her green eyes.
"My appointment," she breathlessly whispered, no longer caring but playing her part.
"Right here," I replied, running my hand up the inside of her thigh and finding her pussy. I pressed my palm against her and ground it on her a little, smiling as I felt her wetness cover my skin. "I don't think your pussy cares much about your appointment, and neither do I," I growled.
I kissed her again as I slipped two fingers inside her, slowly fucking her with them as we kissed, me biting her lips in between kisses. She put her arms around me and pulled me tight to her, digging her nails into my shoulders.