I heard the front door open and hurried to get into position. I’d been auditioning poses all afternoon while my sauce bubbled on the stove. I hopped up on the center island and crossed my legs. I hoped I looked seductive.
“Thea?”
“In here,” I called out.
I heard his footsteps coming closer. He rounded the corner into the kitchen and stopped. “Oh, sweet mercy,” he rasped.
“Hi,” I said. “Dinner is in the oven.”
“Fuck dinner,” he said and kicked off his shoes while tugging at his tie. “I’m going straight for dessert.”
I giggled and waited for him to come to me. “I spent a lot of time on that dinner.”
“And we’ll eat it all, but there’s something I want a little more than food right now.”
He stepped out of his pants and underwear with his shirt hanging loose. I welcomed him between my legs. His lips covered mine, sucking my tongue into his mouth while his hands slid over the lace covering my breasts. I undid the buttons on his shirt while he ravished my neck and shoulders. The panties were crotchless, which was going to make this so much easier.
“Fuck me,” he whispered. “I’ve never been so turned on. I’m not going to last long. I’m ready to explode right now.”
“Not yet,” I replied. “You’re not getting off that easy.”
“Literally,” he said against my lips.
I pushed his shirt down his shoulders. The man stood naked—minus the black socks. My hands raked through his hair as I stared into those killer hazel eyes. “I love you.”
“I love you,” he answered without hesitation. “I have to have you.”
I leaned back on my elbows. “I’m yours to have.”
He jerked my hips, pulling me to the edge of the counter. A moment later he was pushing inside me. My head dropped back as he filled me completely.
“This counter is the perfect height,” he grunted. “Damn it feels good to be inside you.”
I reached out and ran my hand over his chest. He grabbed my wrist and jerked me forward, catching my mouth with his while his hips rocked him deeper inside me. I draped myself over him, holding him against me through every thrust.
“Don’t stop,” I murmured.
“I’m so close,” he groaned. “You’re too good. So tight and wet. Your pussy is clamping down on me. I’m going to die a very happy man.”
I scooted closer to him. Suddenly, he pushed me backward. “Lay down,” he ordered.
I lay back on the counter. He licked his lips as he stared down at me. His hand reached out, covering one breast that was still covered with lace. He trailed the hand over my belly and gently pushed down. I nearly launched myself off the counter. Pleasure radiated through me, electrifying my body from head to toe. He thrust once and I was well on my way to ecstasy.
“It’s so good,” I moaned. “Again.”
“Greedy,” he teased.
He repeated the action, pushing down and thrusting into me over and over. My body was sliding away from him. I wiggled my hips to get back to him. He grabbed my hips and pulled me hard toward him while thrusting. It was the last thread of self-control.
I surrendered to the sweet bliss waiting for me. My body arched, writhing across the smooth counter. His grunts and primal noises matched my own. He fell with his face landing between my breasts.
“Holy shit,” he gasped. “Holy shit. Never have I ever… I don’t think that was human. Am I alive? Was that normal?”
I laughed and ran my fingers through his hair. “Felt pretty lively to me,” I said.
He kissed my nipple through the lace before turning his head and kissing the other. “What is this little bit of sexiness?” he teased.
“It’s your welcome-home gift,” I replied.