An attempt at 3rd person

He arrives home to find her cooking, she’d had the day off and has been expecting him. A cursory glace and immediately she could tell the mood, his energy overwhelming the warmness of the room. A chill runs up her spine. She avoids eye contact after the greeting, excited for what’s coming next.

With silent feet against the floor the only thing to be heard was the faint music of the kitchens speakers and the rustle of his clothes. Now standing behind her, breathing down on her neck, “smells delicious” he whispers. He plunges a cold hand down the back of her loose fitting trousers and gropes at her already soaking cunt. She pulls away from the initial shock, nipples erect and covered in goose bumps; she tries to resist by turning towards him.

Reaching past her, he turns off the hob, “get on your knees”. Trembling, she slowly lowers herself to the ground, the chill of the floor prickling her knees. She never looks away from his eyes, they are his tell.

He holds out his hand, gently separates her lips and his plunges his finger into her warm and moist mouth. Glistening, her saliva comes pouring out and trickles down his finger. A smirk creeps across his face as a bulge grows in the confines of his trousers, radiating heat and warming the air. “Take it off”, he removes the dripping finger to taste it for himself. Fighting the urge to look away, she removes her top revealing firm pert breasts.

“You taste sweet today”, “Don’t let it go to waste”. As her mouth wells up, she permits the drool seep from the corner of her mouth. She closes her eyes, colours flicking behind her eyelids she turns her attention to the moist heat between her legs. Never needing to spit, her breasts become bathed in drool. She opens her eyes once more as a belt buckle ‘chinks’, in time to watch as his trousers fall to the floor, his underwear soaked.

He holds out his hand to help raise her to her feet. Now with this thumb on her chin and fingers wrapped around her neck her begins to devour her glistening breasts. Slurping, licking and sliding his face against her, she’s pushed back against counter and on to her toes. Working his way to her nipples he then pinches one between his teeth and lips. She let’s out a gasp, his cue, he grabs at her trousers and turns her to the face the counter.

Almost loosing her balance she fumbles her hands to the counter top, avoiding any burns. He forces her trousers down whilst lowering himself to the floor, he now buries his face and tongue deep between her legs, nose pushed firmly into her asshole. It doesn’t last long and it’s not supposed to.

He takes a bite from the underside of her plump pale ass and returns to his feet, removing his underwear at he same time. He grabs a fist of hair close to he scalp as he slowly parts her lips, gentle with the first inch then plunging the entire length, she can’t help but let out a sharp and loud whimper.

With one hand now on her hip and the other still firmly gripping her hair, he whips his hips firmly into her as they grunt and moan together.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/rn8tmw/an_attempt_at_3rd_person