Always Here for You

Walking out to the parking lot, the fury of the day's events was coursing through his chest and fingers. It had not gotten off to a good start, thanks to that barista at the coffee shop, and his prick boss had ruined any chance for a turnaround.

Yeah, sure, I'll do someone else's work today too. Asshole.

Normally his days were fairly repetitive, moving from one task to the next, simply focusing on maintaining order. But today he had been given the privilege of also picking up for his incompetent coworkers' failures, all the while maintaining his usual output.

Not like I'm even getting paid for two jobs today. Won't even see the extra effort in overtime. Shouldn't have done so well. Should have dragged it out to prove a point.

He knew what he needed now. Relief. Euphoria. Comfort. He reversed out of the parking spot, slammed the car in drive, and floored it. The tires made an only somewhat satisfying scream as he flew through the gates and onto the main road.

As he pulled into the driveway, his wife could already hear what the night had in store for them. Although they had only been married for a short time, all their time together beforehand had given them an inherent sense of each other's moods. A wonderfully symbiotic understanding. The kind that could be perceived without a necessity for questioning. The slamming of the car door had caught her attention through the kitchen window, and his stride towards the front door only strengthened those perceptions.

From the moment she saw the way he was striding in, the intent of each step, a realization of what he needed most had already caused a reaction inside her. She could feel a faint tingle from her groin, followed by warmth, permeating outwards. Moisture from her core was slowly seeping out of her, like a gradual, steady wave being slowly forced through the hole of a geyser. Her nipples had begun pressing firmly against her shirt, already enough to be visible, even through the apron on top of it. Fortunately, she had just finished cooking their favorite meal and placed it on the counter nearest to her.

Good timing on my part. Don't need all this hard work winding up on the kitchen floor. Or caught in the crossfire.

As he came through the front door, he tossed his work hat on the hook, and immediately began shedding the sweaty clothes from his long day. He threw his shirt onto the living room chair, kicked off his boots, and began his march towards the kitchen, unbuckling his belt as he was going. Neither of them felt any need to exchange words. She knew how best to console him.

By the time he had turned the corner of the kitchen island, his hands were already reaching for her. His left hand grasped tightly under her chin and around her jawline, pulling down slightly. The right extended further behind to her hair, tugging and tilting her head into the perfect position for him to sink his tongue straight into her now-open mouth. Her tongue welcomed him in response. Natural, inviting.

After a moment of embrace, he stepped back to kick his pants and boxers from his feet and noticed that under her apron she was wearing one of his favorite outfits. A thin, ragged tank top which accentuated her wonderfully round breasts, and a pair of nearly see-through leggings that showed all the beautiful curves of her figure.

That's unfortunate. Guess I'll be getting her some new clothes tomorrow.

In response, she had already untied the apron and was lifting it over her head when she felt a strong tug from in front of her. The old shirt gave way to the furious lust in his grip, tearing and falling to the floor at her feet. He spun her around by her shoulders and forced her chest and now fully erect nipples into the cold steel of the kitchen island. She lay there, thinking of how incredible the coldness felt on her bare breasts after having been radiated by heat from the stovetop for the past hour. He ran his hands down the back of her neck, his thumbs pressing into the valley of her spine, fingers caressing her ribs and sides.

He knelt behind her to tear open the leggings, feeling her wetness as he snatched at the thin cloth, struggling to get ahold of the material at first. He ripped the crotch open, hard enough and fast enough that it tore all the way to the waistline, exposing not only her already moist lips but also both cheeks of her beautiful ass. He stood back up, reached his hand back, and spanked one of her cheeks. The vibration caused a few drops of fluid to ripple off the end of her clit and find their way onto his already engorged cock. A red outline of his hand appeared at the site of the impact in nearly the same instant. He repeated the strike on her other cheek, then reached across to lift her ass and swat harder, more directly, admiring the soft, red waves as her skin shook. Laying there, she thought about how glad she was that she was already soaked in anticipation, knowing there would be no gradual escalation coming.

Just as the thought had finished passing through her mind, he wrapped his fingers around her ponytail and rammed his cock into her tight hole, all the way to the hilt. She felt the force of his action colliding with the outside of her mound, his balls ricocheting off her clit, reverberating through her nerves, causing her legs to quiver. He held it there for a moment, pulling himself deeper by her hair, a primal grunt arising from his chest. Leaving one hand clutching her hair and placing the other on her shoulder, he pulled his hips back until only the tip was still enveloped by her folds. He speared himself back into her, with even more strength than the first, her walls clenching around his shaft in surprise. Her ass, and the kitchen island, shook as he did so.

Now satisfied with being inside her warm tunnel, he began thrusting into her more rapidly. He started swapping each hand from her hair, spanking one cheek after the other, flushing her skin fully red as a result. Her entire body was hot now, heating through the steel beneath her. Perspiration had formed on her chest, and her nipples slid back and forth with his rhythm. The tiny crevices and cut marks in the metal stimulated them as she slid. As he continued his rampage on her, she wasn't just thinking about how good he felt fucking her, but also how much she loved the sloppy sounds which were emitted from behind her.

After several minutes of pounding her tight pussy, he noticed he might be getting close, but knew he was nowhere near done with her. He pulled out and turned her on her side, placing one leg over his shoulder and lifting the other onto the island. It gave him a clear view of her face and breasts, now blushing with heat. He pushed his way forward inside her, slowly this time, wanting to see the response his throbbing member was stirring in her. She moaned loudly with approval, her eyebrows narrowing into an intense desire for more. He began fucking her again, ramping up the speed slightly with each pump of his hips, like a machine.

He noticed her tits undulating in unison and decided they were next. He slapped them, squeezing and pinching her pink nipples after each impact. She let out a soft squeal with each hit, reveling in the shockwaves that pulsed through her, goosebumps emerging up and down her arms. He let her leg down from his shoulder and cradled it in his elbow as the other reached for her throat. Grasping her neck firmly, he began railing her as hard and fast as his hips would manage, her face turning red with lust from the sudden change in blood flow. She began to cum, every muscle in her body tensing up. She reached for the back edge of the surface, hoping to brace herself, knocking several dishes to the ground. The leg he was holding began to shake as her toes curled in ecstasy. The juices from inside her poured out, soaking his cock, dripping onto the tile floor. Her eyes rolled back, and her chest heaved up and down, up and down. He released his hold from her and she gasped for air, followed by a guttural scream of pure pleasure. She shook as the wave rode down her spine. Passing from her head, down her chest and abs, through her groin, and finally lifting and echoing through her thighs. He did not pull out, instead basking in the feeling of her clenching around him over and over as her body convulsed. While her climax was subsiding, he leaned over to gently bite her nipple and flick it with his tongue, squeezing and rolling the other between his fingers at the same time.

Once he noticed the intensity was waning in her, he laid her fully on her back, and placed both legs on his shoulders. He held the outside of her lower thighs and began thrusting into her again. Even though she was still sensitive from the orgasm, she knew he still needed more from her. All that testosterone that had built up was still coursing through his veins, so she bit her lip and vowed to give him everything she could muster. She held her composure for a minute or two and the painful feeling turned into a raging heat. She noticed his hands were locked on her legs in an attempt to keep them up, so she crossed them at the ankles behind his neck, freeing him from holding her in place. He reached his hands forward and gripped her tits. Much-needed anchor points.

After some time, he felt her walls closing in on him again, gripping his shaft, stroking him as he went. Her chest began to show blotches of red and he knew she was getting close again. He embraced her legs in both arms and proceeded to slam into her with all the ferocity that the day had arisen in him, her back trembling the kitchen island and anything that had still managed to stay on top. He felt the vibrations rising in her body again, constricting him all around as he fucked her. She let out another guttural moan, this one hoarser and from deeper within her chest. The sounds her body and throat were making pushed him over the edge and he knew he was about to explode inside of her. With a few more powerful thrusts, he shot load after load into her pussy. He moaned as her body shook all over, the contractions pulling each eruption out of him. He felt an incredible, pulsing release as he came inside her.

After a few moments, she dropped her legs to his hips and he curled over onto her from exhaustion, laying his head between her breasts. He stayed there as she ran her fingers through his hair, gently caressing his scalp, both inhaling the relief of everything.

When the air in their lungs had settled, she coaxed him up from the position, lifting his head and pressing against his chest to signal him to sit back up. She could tell that his legs were completely spent, so she wrapped her arms around him and walked him over to the living room couch. He plopped down as she walked back into the kitchen, his mind a blank canvas. No more thoughts of the day's events, only rapture.

She strolled back holding a plate, handed it to him, and knelt in front of him. He began to eat, savoring the delicious meal she had prepared, and relishing in the replenished energy it provided. As he did, she took his still pulsing cock into her mouth, licking and gently sucking him to remove any excess of the day left in him.

When they had finished their meals, she pushed him onto his side and curled up next to him, spooning him, ensuring that every part of their bare skin was in contact. He wrapped her tightly in his arms, cupping one breast in his hand. He laid a few kisses on her neck, moved up to her cheek and back down to her traps, showing his appreciation for everything that she was. Their breathing settled into a rhythm and they slowly drifted into an inexorable sleep.