I was running out of time. Brian was going to be home any minute and my veggies weren’t done. I bent down to look in the oven again and my thong rode up my creamy smooth ass. Almost ready.
The front door opened and Brian dropped his keys on the table. More like threw them.
“Another hard day?” I asked. He didn’t even look up to see me in red heels and matching apron. My bare tits rubbed under it and I caught my breath every time I moved. God, I loved March 14th. The oven timer blared and took my attention away from pouncing on my man. Dinner first. Then we’d fuck like wild animals. He grunted something wordlessly and plodded upstairs. Mr. Grumpy.
When I heard the exercise bike spinning upstairs, I knew he was stressed out about work. Knowing him, I’d have thirty minutes before he’d be back downstairs for dinner. My timing was off. I looked at the raw ribeye steaks sweating on the counter and thought about putting them back in the fridge. I wanted them to come out perfect, just like Brian’s Valentine’s Day for me.
We’d gone to New York City for a day, walking the High Line in the dead of winter. No one around, we had the city to ourselves, at least for a block or two. The air was cold on my exposed neck and Brian warmed it with his lips. He’d held me against the railing and opened my coat with his dexterous mouth. The man had a talent. Chill cold, then hot as his sucked on my tits.
Fuck, I was getting wet just thinking about it. My hand wandered under the apron and confirmed it. Soaked. I rubbed my panties into it, massaging my pussy with finger. Round circles, up and down until my clit was swollen and aching for more.
*Don’t go too far, save some for Brian*, I thought before sliding my panties off. I hopped onto the counter and lifted my apron to look at my glistening pink pussy. “No fingers,” I said to myself as I teased my clit some more. Fuck, it felt so good to touch it, to taste my own juices on my fingertips.
I closed my eyes and stifled a moan. *Save some for later,* I thought, but I was in a New York state of mind. As I clenched my ass and pussy with each little touch, I felt the orgasm building in my core. Mouth open, I squeezed my tits with my free hand, rocking faster on the marble top.
“Fuck!” I groaned. Lights splashed in the back of my eyelids as I came so hard I nearly fell off. I gasped for air and came back down to Earth, our house, my kitchen. I heard the flywheel upstairs slow down and figured he was going to shower.
I was right.
The water was running and the bathroom door was ajar when I crept upstairs. Brian’s husky silhouette moved behind the frosted glass. I slipped out what was left of my clothes and joined him. He’d lathered his curly brown hair and had his eyes closed. Defenseless. I touched his chest and he jumped but settled when I kissed him. He smelled like an ocean breeze.
“Hey,” he said with a fake smile.
“You’re still thinking about work. Let me help you relax.” I cupped his cheek with one hand and his soft cock with another. His member stiffened with every soapy stroke. I loved this and he did too. “Do you know what today is?”
We locked eyes as I knelt before him and I could see him try to work it out, like an algebra problem. “Uh, someone’s birthday? Fuck, is it *your* birthday? Shit, I-”
Sucking his cock stopped the train of thought. Derailed. All passengers prepare to eject. I licked under the head, flicking it in my mouth. Warm and salty, I could tell he’d gotten a good workout. I loved the musk and sweat, still lingering and savored it. I gave him one more long pull before I popped him out of my mouth. “It’s Steak and BJ Day, silly. Hand me the body wash.”
He did and I gave a generous squeeze over my tits before lathering his cock. It throbbed with approval. With only the slightest twist, I stroked his shafted like a fine tuned engine.
“Oh fuck, yes.” Brian hunched over to keep the shower from hitting my face.
I rinsed his cock and smiled up at him “You’re such a gentleman.” Not waiting for a reply, I wrapped my lips around him again and let it hit the back of my throat. It burned so good. I felt him buck as my tongue slathered under him. Instinct took over and Brian fucked my throat. Every thrust sent a wave of pleasure down my body and I could feel my pussy pulsing again. I would have made a joke about Newton’s Cradle if I wasn’t giving the BJ of a lifetime.
“Fuck, I’m coming!” he yelled.
The first rope hit my cheek but the rest shot onto my soapy tits. I milked that cock to get every last drop. Sliding up against his body, I felt the last embers of his orgasm pulse between my legs. Tongues together, we kissed deeply, passionately. Hands on my ass, he pulled me closer.
He let out a long smiling sigh. “What did I do to deserve you?”
“Nothing. Everything. We deserve each other.” I left him to finish his shower and I got ready to make his steak.
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