I had nearly finished using my new snow blower to clear not only our driveway, but most of the neighborhoods. Finally not being able to feel my fingers I had to call it quits. I came in to find you stirring a pot of something that smelled heavenly.
"Hey good lookin what ya cooking" I called out.
"Unless you get some better lines, not a damn thing," came the reply with giggles.
I am glad the mudroom has a floor drain as I sit my boots on it so the water drains away without too much of a mess. Stripping down to my shorts and flannel shirt I head towards the smell and hear my belly start to grumble. I knew it was a sauce, but my thawing nose was not letting me know just which one. I find the kitchen warm and toasty.
"Wondered if you were ever going to come in or if your new toy had eaten you and you were coloring the lawns."
"Well don't buy the Mercedes yet dear, I am still alive. What smells so good?" I move closer to the pot to get a better look as you turn and give me that run along look. "What, I just want to taste, please, can I, pleaaaaaaaaase!"
"Why don't you go take a hot shower and unthaw, then you can help me. The whole neighborhood is waiting on this sauce. You know nobody is happy unless they have a jar of my home made spaghetti sauce for the holidays."
"How about if I warm up like this," slipping my hands under your shirt and cupping your breasts.
"You bastard, their like ice," you howl.
"But you're so warm. Mmmm and your nipples seem to like the attention," as I gently massage them as you lean back into me and purr.
"Keep that up and the sauce won't get made and the neighbors will burn the house to the ground."
"Nah, I will just show them your nice tits and the men wont be able to walk let alone burn." As I begin kissing the curve of your neck. I love the taste of your skin which has a sweetness that is just a tad bit salty and the shiver that wracks your body is icing on the cake.
I feel you hand reach behind and grasp my hardening cock. You stroke it to full hardness as my hands roam over your breasts and stomach. I massage your nipples, gently pinching them as I nibble on your ear and along your spine. My cock is wrapped in your firm warm grasp.
"Even your cock is cold baby, hmmm and he seems to be begging for attention too. Too bad I am busy and you left me all alone to get the chores done." You move away from me and add some chopped ingredients to the simmering pot.
"Uhhh, that's not fair. I was making sure you could deliver it all safely and quickly so we could enjoy the rest of the day together."
"Well I guess you have a point, so do you want a taste, its almost ready," I see that you haven't buttoned up your flannel shirt and your cleavage is highlighted by the red plaid material.
"I'd love a taste!" as I move closer to you.
"Of the sauce, you pervert, not me." I watch as you lift the spoon from the pot and blow on it. Your lips slowly separate as the spoon moves between them. I watch as your tongue licks your lips clean. "Mmmm, its good, come here baby and have some." Before I can close the distance you tilt the spoon and spill the remaining contents down the valley of your breasts. "Ohh, look what a mess I made, can you clean it up for me, "you say with bedroom eyes and a pouty voice.
How can I resist. I lean forward and slowly lick you clean. I move the shirt aside and kiss your right nipple. Its hardness is held between my lips, as my tongue swirls around it. Your hands caress my head and hold me to you as if nursing me as you lean against the counter. I love to suckle your breasts and sometimes am rewarded with an orgasm from you. I pull back and blow on your moistened nipple as you shiver and moan. I love hearing and watching the effect my touch has on you. Each look and utterance fans the flames of my desire for you.
"You need to hurry baby, Emily's is supposed to be here to help me deliver this stuff, she's always late, but she will be here anytime." I smile at you as my hand glides past the waistband of your PJ bottoms and slowly down to the heat of your womanhood.
"So much for all good things cum to those who wait," I hiss as I use my thumb and forefinger to massage your clit. I hoist you up and place you one the countertop shoving the empty cans and other clutter onto the floor. Your bottoms slide off easily and I find your musk filling my nose. I love the smell of your womanhood and the taste is like honey. I pull up a stool and sit as I place your legs over my shoulders as I nibble the soft flesh of your calf, behind your knee and slowly up your thigh. I arrive at your center to find your fingers already massaging your swollen clit.
As my tongue advances your fingers retreat and I suck your clit into my mouth and hum as I massage it with my tongue. I know this drives you crazy and makes you cum quickly. I can feel you body come alive as you pull my head into you. A finger slides past your swollen lips and finds that sweet inner button that hides inside. Moans grow louder and louder. I am glad it is winter and the windows will block your passionate screams. I feel you begin to buck and grind my face as I continue to ravish your clit. Your honey flows freely and I use it to ease my entrance to your lil brown button. Slowly my finger sinks deeper as your relax and become use to the invasion. I know that fingering your pussy and ass while I eat you will bring about a window shattering orgasm.
I slow my pace a bit to let things build and slowly insert a second finger into your backdoor. Your breath shudders and then the screams grow louder. Soon you explode all over my face. I drink quickly trying not to miss a drop.
"I need that cock now baby," you say huskily, "I want you to fuck me hard." I remove my shorts quickly and sit upright on the stool. Pulling you off the counter you are impaled on my ridged cock. I watch as your eyes roll back when I sink into your tight pussy.
Nails dig into my back as you begin to rock and grind into me. We kiss deeply as the pace increases. "Yess, Mmmm yesss that's it fuck me. I love feeling your hard cock filling me up."
I pick you up and carry you to the table. Placing your legs over my shoulders I begin to pound your pussy harder and harder. My balls slap you ass in rhythm to each stroke. "Harder baby, fuck me harder, Ohh yess that's it, play with my tits." I massage them while looking into your wanton eyes. I feel you cum again and as you are coming down I roll you over and take you from behind.
Your hips are so damn sexy and I love to hold them as I work your pussy. I use an oval motion to really hit every inch of your pussy. I feel you reach down and work your clit as I stroke. Long nails trace over my smoothly shaven sack as I complete each stroke. I can feel my balls tightening and soon like a freight train I come so hard my legs buckle and I lean on you for support. I can feel you cumming again and milking my cock with your well trained pussy muscles. We kiss and cuddle as the strength slowly seeps back to our bodies.
