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He walked up from behind and put his arms around her shoulders, lifting one finger to her lips in that universal sign.
�Shhh!�
She immediately stopped wiping the plate dry.
�What?� she whispered.
He brought his mouth down close to her right ear. Close enough that she could feel his breath caress the lobe. �Do you hear that?�
�WHAT?� she whispered. Her ear was tingling pleasantly, but what was this about a strange sound?
He moved his head so that his mouth was now hovering next to her left ear. His breath teased her ear to a tingle. �That�s the sound of two consenting adults alone in an empty house.�
She relaxed in his arms, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
�Oh, sorry. I didn�t recognize it at first.� She finished wiping the plate dry.
He gently took her hand and guided it down to the counter top where she released the plate voluntarily. �Me neither. Should we do something about all this silence?�
She tossed the dishtowel onto the plate and backed up against his chest, bringing her hands up to rest on his arms as he
held her. She let her head fall back to rest on his wide shoulder as his mouth came down to plant tiny sucking kisses from her ear lobe to the base of her neck. Little currents of electricity ran through her with each kiss and the first tiny fingers of arousal began to fan out through her body.
�Back in the day, you used to make me scream.�
He leaned back and gently nudged her head to the other shoulder, continuing his feather-light assault on the other side of her neck.
She felt the tell-tale bulge rub against her backside as he shifted his weight.
�I still can. It�s the kids that quieted you.�
�The kids that quieted me have left for summer camp,� she said.
He brought his mouth back up to her ear and whispered, �Mmmhmm. I bet I can make you scream again...�
"I'd like that."
He pulled his arms away and down, resting his hands on her hips then tucking the thumbs up under the fabric of her white t-shirt. His open hands swept lightly up her ribcage pulling the fabric up with them and came to rest cupping her breasts, his thumbs teasing and stroking her nipples erect through the thin fabric of her satin bra. She moaned quietly and leaned back into him a little more, pressing against his erection and reveling in his touch. His hands shifted to the center and unclipped the tiny clasp between her breasts. He slipped his hands underneath, and, as she raised her arms he pulled both the bra and the t-shirt up and off, discarding them on the counter next to the towel and plate.
"This is so unfair..."
She turned and smiled seductively up at him, gazing into his eyes as she reached up to unbutton his shirt. When all of the buttons were undone she slipped her hands up under the front of his collar and ran them down the tops of his shoulders, brushing the shirt off and down his arms in one fluid caress, tossing it onto the counter next to her things. Turning back to him she moved into his embrace, running her arms around his midsection and tilting her head up, lips open, surrendering to his mouth and yielding to his tongue. The touch of his stiff curly chest hair made her already erect nipples rock-hard. The glowing heat in her abdomen intensified.
They kissed like that - naked to the waist in the middle of the kitchen - for several long minutes, taking it slowly for the first time in months. They were lost in caressing each other, savoring every touch and taste and smell. He reluctantly pulled his lips away from hers and whispered, "I'm not sure I can make it to the bedroom."
"I'm not sure I can either... wanna cook in the kitchen tonight?"
"Is there a special recipe you had in mind?"
"I thought I'd see what I have on-hand, maybe do something special with it..."
"Now don't get fancy, just some meat in a nice sauce maybe? Some nice, simple home cooking."
She giggled, "That sounds good, I'm definitely hungry for meat..." she reached down, slipped the tips of her fingers in between the waist of his jeans and his bare skin, and unbuttoned them. "Do you know where I can find a nice hot dog at this time of night?"
"Hot dog?!" he asked indignantly. He leaned back to give her better access, resting his hands on the edge of the counter behind him. "No, but I've got a plump and juicy German sausage for you... if you're a good girl."
"Is that best served on warm buns or in a roll?" she asked casually as she pulled his zipper slowly down over his obvious erection. The tightness of the fabric only magnified the tiny bump-bump-bump vibration of the zipper as she slowly pulled it open. He gasped at the effect it had on his already hard cock.
"Do that again and you're going to get the sausage and like it!"
She stared up into his eyes intently as she pulled the zipper slowly back up and then ever-so-slowly down again.
"Right," he said in a gruff voice. "Now take them off me like you mean it."
She continued to hold his gaze as she moved back a step and kneeled on the floor in front of him. Her fingers hooked over his waistband on each hip as she pulled the jeans down, guiding the fabric with her hands as her fingers caressed first the fabric of his boxers, then the sparse, wiry hair on his thighs and calves.
The jeans came to rest in a heap around his ankles. Still holding his gaze she ran her hands back up his legs stopping just below the hem of his boxer shorts. Her fingers curled slightly and she ran the tips of her nails slowly up the tops of his thighs between his skin and the fabric of the boxers. She pulled them back down his legs in the same way, making him shiver.
Her hands came up again, gripped his waistband, and pulled it out and down until his stiff cock sprang free, standing rigidly at an angle from his groin. She licked her lips thoroughly and captured the head of his cock between them. Her tongue circled around the smooth glans, licking away the drop of pre-cum at the tip and stroking gently at the rim.
He curled his fingers through her hair and gently pushed her head away.
"Uh-uh. Inside you," was all that he said. She released him gently, smiling her agreement.
He took her hands and helped her to her feet. There was no hesitation now. He leaned over and unfastened her jeans, pushing them, and her damp panties, down to her ankles in one long movement.
She turned, bent over, and braced her hands against the counter behind her, not even bothering to step out of the discarded clothing at her ankles. She smiled over her shoulder at him, intending to wiggle her ass enticingly, but he was already pushing his rigid cock into her moist folds to lubricate it.
Once, twice, then he angled it upward and found the prize, sinking into her slick tunnel and making her gasp. He leaned forward until his chest touched her back. One hand braced on the counter's edge next to hers and the other went to her breasts. He began to fuck her slowly from behind. She made soft cooing sounds, pressing back against him with each inward thrust. He smiled against her shoulder. It had been a long time since she'd allowed herself to make noise while they fucked. He missed it.
Inevitably the pace of his thrusts increased, along with the volume of her moans. It wouldn't be long now. He shifted in anticipation. The arm that was braced against the counter came up to circle around her abdomen and pull her tight against him. The other hand slid down over her mound and he plunged a finger between her soaked and puffy lips. He found her erect clit and began to flick at it, keeping time with his thrusting cock. He felt them both go tense at once and then everything seemed to speed up and slow down at the same time. Her voice filled the empty house as she cried out, the muscles of her cunt began to spasm, squeezing and sucking at his engorged cock. He felt the burst of his own release, the sensation of friction on his cock disappearing as her insides seemed to liquefy.
They stood there like that for some time after. His arms were still wrapped around her, his fingers gently caressing her
mound. She tried to hold him inside for as long as possible, sighing quietly when her clenching pussy finally released its prize. She turned in his arms, kissed his glistening forehead, smiled, and lead him toward the bedroom.
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