Continued from Their First Time.
Sitting on a tall wooden chair watching Paula wash dishes, Ryan wished he could help her somehow. Smiling to himself, Ryan trotted quickly up the steps to their bedroom and quickly reapeared, hiding something in his pocket. Nudging her gently to the side, he finished up their dinner plates and put the last one in the drainboard to dry.
"Thanks, Ryan. I despise doing dishes alone...it's just no fun!" she giggled.
"Anytime. But, now you owe me." he continued "you are to be my sex slave."
"Hmm? I'm confused...why don't you show me?" she said innocently, egging him on.
Grinning mischeviously, Ryan was adamant "heh oh I plan to."
With her hands on hips, she wondered what he had in mind. She didn't have to wait but a second to find out. Ryan moved quickly, pushing her backwards to the island in the center of the kitchen. Skillfully, he turned her around so her back was to him once again. Kissing behind her left ear brought a gutteral groan from Paula that Ryan loved to hear. He knew he had her with that kiss. She was all his now and would do whatever he wanted...which was good in this case as they were going to explore.
Silently he removed his clothing, tossing it in a heap on the chair. Pulling her t-shirt over her head and unsnapping her bra was now easy for him as he had practiced this many times in his head before they even met. He added her remaining clothing to his and put his arms around her chest from behind. Gently squeezing her nipples, they now became aroused and erect. Caressing them, it sent shivers of delight through both of their bodies. Pulling her hips backwards, she was now leaning over the island. He thrust her legs apart and for what seemed like minutes, she stood there totally exposed.
