A Little Kitchen Fun [Mf]

She hops up on the counter, feet dangling over the edge. They talk and joke back and forth while he opens a bottle of wine and pours them both a glass.

“Thank you” she smiles, taking the offered glass. She takes a sip and lets out a contented sigh.

His eyes scan from her bare feet, up her pale thighs, to the button-up she stole from the bedroom floor. It moves up just enough for him to get a look at her panty-clad bottom. Her feet search for him, finding his legs and guiding him to stand before. She sets down the glass so she can throw her arms around his neck, as her feet hook behind him. He can feel himself harden a little at the contact. She leans her forehead against his and just breathes deeply. She takes in his scent, closing her eyes. His hands press against the side of her ass before moving one to hook a finger under her chin, forcing her eyes up. He pauses and just holds her gaze for a long heartbeat. She swallows audibly. She licks her lips. His hand cups her face as he runs his thumb over her pouty bottom lip. He feels her breath catch. He smiles.

Before she can blink, he’s broken all contact as he turns to the fridge, pulling out ingredients, his back to her. She glares at his shoulders, but as she watches the muscles in his back flex with his movements, she just whimpers to herself, biting her bottom lip again. She sees he is about to turn around and quickly averts her gaze, picking up her glass to take a sip. He smirks.

“So, what are you making?” she tries to act unaffected, watching his arms as he chops something up. He turns, grabbing a single grape and brings it to her lips.

“Food” he jokes before turning back to what he was doing, chuckling at her glare as she chews the grape.

They fall into easy banter from there as he moves about the kitchen. She peppers him with silly questions as he works, enjoying learning random things about him. Whenever she’s distracted by something, he steals glances at her and how delectable she looks in his shirt. Suddenly, he feels her arms wrap around his waist from behind as he stands over the stove. His stomach tenses under her hands. She presses the front her body into his back, and achingly slow, she slides her hands lower and lower.

He groans. “Aren’t you hungry?”

She kisses his bare back. “Starved.”

He grunts sexily. “Then you cannot distract me like that.” Her hands slip under the elastic of his boxes. He can’t will himself to move her hands away as he feels her nipples harden against his back.

“I didn’t say it was for food.” Her hand palms his hard cock. He lets go of the spoon and turns in her embrace, not breaking contact.

He places one hand on her ass. The other brushes a stray curl that blocks her lips, tracing her ear and down her neck. The teasing air has shifted. She hears her own heartbeat in her ears as it shifts to match his which she feels thump under her right hand. There’s no more space between them. His lips hover millimeters from hers. He doesn’t know who moved first but he feels her tug his bottom lip as his tongue explores. Her hand is still down the front of his boxes as they ravage each other mouths. As they separate for air his ragged breath mixes with hers. She swears he almost growls as he reaches behind him to turn off the stove before picking her up and carrying her back to sit on the counter. Her feet hook back behind him quickly, bringing his hardness against her covered pussy as they continue to taste each other. He unbuttons her shirt. She slides her legs down the sides of his hips so she can slip down his boxers before grabbing his hard cock and sliding her hand up and down the length. He bites her neck as her hand makes contact and she moans, arching her back so she can press more of herself against him.

He can’t take it anymore. He has to taste her. He guides her to lay back a bit against the cabinet. He hooks his thumbs under waist of her panties, moving them smoothly off her body. He parts her knees before dipping his head down to lick the length of her pussy. She gasps at the feel of his tongue. One hand grips the edge of the counter and the other finds itself tangled in his hair again. He loves the taste of her excitement, the way her hips buck into him as he inserts two fingers while he sucks gently on her clit.

Her head rolls back as he pumps his fingers in and out, his tongue making her crazy. She moans and gasps for breath as her hand travels up to cover her breast and pinch her nipple before grabbing the cabinet behind her so she can push further into his movements. Before long, she unravels around him, her tight pussy clenching around his fingers, her body shuddering. He slows his moves as she rides out her orgasm, not coming to a stop until she stills. She releases her hold on his hair and he trail kisses up to her chest, to her neck, to her ear.

“You’re so sexy when you cum” He whispers in her ear. He swallows her gasp with a kiss, letting her know he’s not done with her yet.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/kle8z1/a_little_kitchen_fun_mf