The dog heard him at the door before she did, running to greet her favorite human.
What a little traitor, she thought. Who’s home with her all day?
He walked into the kitchen, dropped his messenger bag on the floor and his keys on the counter and said “You need to either feed me or fuck me. It’s been that kind of day.”
John was always direct, which is one of the things she loved best about him.
She’d just poured pasta into a strainer in the sink and the steam and heat had flushed her cheeks and dampened her hair.
She wiped her hands on her apron and walked around the island to him.
“Why not both?” she replied. “Dinner’s not quite ready but I do have a little appetizer for you.”
He took a seat at the bar where there was already a glass of wine waiting for him.
He felt her standing between his knees, her hands on his thighs. She bent down to kiss him; she tasted of tomato sauce and garlic and wine. Just kissing her relaxed him. Her blonde hair cascading by the sides of his face, her long fingers squeezing the tops of his thighs.
He grabbed her head, his hands lost in her hair before gathering it in his fist and giving a gentle tug.
A quick gasp escaped her throat and that was all it took for his cock to harden.
She reached for his waistband, loosening his belt to free him.
She dropped to her knees in front of him and took him in on move into her willing mouth.
She felt so wet and hot. He groaned with pleasure. Her tongue swirled around him as she sped up and then slowed down to lap up the cum that was already leaking out of him.
She kept her eyes open and locked onto his the whole time. Her pupils were so large he felt like he might drown.
She grabbed the sides of his hips, which was his cue to thrust deeper and harder, reaching the back of her throat. He loved the sight of her pouty red lips wrapped around his hard cock, her on her knees in front of him, completely submissive and serving him. Their kitchen smelling like food and home and love.
Oh fuck he was close.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair to hold her there while he came.
He shot into her mouth and down her throat as he moaned “oh fuck Bethie.”
He watched her swallow his load and lick her lips before she stood.
She used the corner of her apron to dab her mouth clean before kissing him softly on the lips.
“Now. Let’s eat.”
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