Just a Quickie

He’d come home from work with that look in his eye. I didn’t know what it was about but I was tired and a little grumpy from work. I wanted to talk about it, complain, decompress. He didn’t care about any of that though. He just came over to me and kissed me. Just like that. Right there in the kitchen. I’d been about to start dinner when it happened, when he kissed me, giving me this deep kiss, one that made my knees weak and my heart race.

“Mmmm,” I moaned as he began to kiss me harder. “Oh, baby. What’s gotten into you?”

“You,” he moaned back and slipped his tongue into my mouth before whispering, “Let’s do it right now. I want to fuck you hard.”

Wow. He never did anything like this. But we’d only been together a year and, well, people can surprise you.

He kissed me again and said, “God, you’re hot.”

I smiled at him, loving the fact that he still said stuff like this, stuff that made me feel sexy. It was good to be wanted in that way.

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s fuck.”

I forgot all the day’s problems. I was all for getting down and dirty but I had something else in mind. “Go down on me first,” I whispered and smiled at him, smiled at his cute face and at his green eyes, at his dark hair. I smiled at his ears and at his lips and at him. I loved him so much it hurt sometimes. I loved that when we were together nothing else mattered. I loved that because of him I no longer felt tired or grumpy. I loved him.

“Come on,” I moaned, wanting it.

“Should we go into the bedroom?” he asked.

“No,” I said and gave him a look. “Why not here in the kitchen?”

He grinned. He liked that. He liked that a lot. So, he began to undress me, taking off my clothes until I was naked in front of him. The feeling I got from being naked in front of him exhilarated me; it made me want to take what he so wanted to give. He kissed his way down my body, stopping at my breasts. He squeezed them with both hands before bending down to devour them with his mouth. He kept his hands on them as he made his way lower and lower until he came to my pussy. My legs spread and he stared at me, down there, at my pussy, for an instant before staring back up at me.

“I am the luckiest man in the world,” he said.

I grinned when he said that. He said stuff like that all the time, making me feel like a woman, his woman, the one he loved. The one he wanted to fuck and wanted to fuck now.

“Come on,” I said and pushed myself into his face to entice him. He got the hint and settled between my legs, sliding his hands under my ass and pulling it to his mouth. I put one leg on his shoulder which gave him better access. He slid his tongue along my slit. I thought I would explode as soon as he did that. Then he put his mouth on it, on my pussy, on my clit and he ate me, ate all of me, kissing, licking, slurping. Sucking. I shivered with delight and found my hands in his hair, urging him on. He kept it up until I was about to come and then I did, the orgasm coming at me softly, then it hit me, hit me hard and I gyrated this way and that with it, wanting it to last as long as possible. He always gave the best head.

“Oh, oh, yeah!” I moaned. “Oh, don’t stop…don’t stop!”

He didn’t stop. He didn’t stop until I was utterly fulfilled and definitely satisfied. I pushed him away from my legs and stood there breathing heavily.

“I guess you’re ready now,” he said and got in front of me again.

I nodded, gave him a quick kiss and he turned me around, grabbed me by the waist and pulled me up until my ass was sticking out at him, inviting him in. He ran his hands over it and then slid one between my cheeks, then to my pussy, separating the lips and rubbing against my clit. I moaned and pressed back against him, wanting his dick inside me so badly.

He got the hint I heard his zipper pull and his pants come down. He pushed my legs apart with his knee and settled between. I moaned as he rubbed his hard cock between my ass cheeks before shoving it into my pussy. I shivered with delight. I loved this and he began to fuck me, hitting bottom which sent me into a frenzy. It was almost too much to take but I stayed there, grabbing into the kitchen counter and allowed him to pound into me as hard as he could, making me feel another orgasm come on.

“Oh, yeah,” I said and pushed up a little, pressing against him. He grabbed my tits and began to squeeze them as he licked and sucked at my neck. I loved the way his tongue and mouth sucked at me there. I loved having my neck kissed. His hand went down lower and slid between my pussy lips and rested against my clit. Oh, yeah. This was it. This was what I liked best. It was like I getting stimulated from all sides, all from him. I loved getting it from him.

He pulled me back, then turned me around and we fell to the floor. He was on top of me then, his hand started playing with my pussy again. I ground against his hand for a moment then he entered me again, this time fucking me as he sucked at my throat. I rose up so he could grab my nipple with his mouth and suck on it. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah! It was so good. It was so fucking good. I loved this part the best, the fucking part.

“Oh, fuck!” he moaned and pressed his face into my hair. “I can’t hold it.”

“Hold it, please,” I moaned and began to work it, working his hand and his touches and his kisses and his dick for everything it was worth. It didn’t take long until I was coming and I was coming so hard I was moaning like a wild animal. He was moaning, too, and we both came then, came right at the same time.

After we were spent, he rolled off me and said, “Now that was a good fuck.”

I shook my head at him. “What was that all about?” I asked.

“Just a quickie,” he said.

Oh, that’s what it had been. Well, good. I needed that.

“What’s for dinner?” he asked.

I cracked up. Well, I guess we were back to normal again.