She reached for the remote on the counter and pressed the volume button until the heavy beat and vocals thumped through the house. He must’ve realized he was staring at her lips closed around the carrot because he suddenly went back to slicing the chicken into bite-size pieces, asking her what spices she liked or disliked as he worked.
Both of his hands were knuckle deep in raw chicken when she slid her hand up his spine and then raked her nails lightly down his back, inspiring a deep shudder and groan from him.
“You’re so big and fearsome, Heath. Every inch of you is so sexy. I want to lick you all over.”
He sighed and leaned down to kiss her and kept working. A soft growl vibrated in his throat when she closed in behind him and rubbed her breasts and hips against his backside. She slid her hands around his waist and stroked his taut abdomen and then splayed her fingers and slid both hands beneath his waistband just an inch or so. She had to bite her lip to keep from giggling as he inhaled half the oxygen in the kitchen.
“You’re so powerful you practically vibrate with strength. Just watching you move turns me on.”
She took her time, stroking the hard flesh of his abdomen, avoiding his cock as she rubbed her breasts against his back, her fingertips inching downward. She looked up in time to catch the movement of his head rolling back on his shoulders and she heard a low, masculine moan.
Her fingertips followed the line of his hip to his groin, skirting the engorged cock that was standing up rigid, pointing toward his belly button. She slid her fingertips through the crisp curls nesting his cock and lightly stroked downward to cup his balls, which had drawn up tight against his body.
“You’re so big here, Heath. I love touching you…stroking you. You’re so virile.”
She used a light touch as she stroked up the impressive length of his erection, moving gently over his sensitive head and wrapping her hand around him as she stroked back downward.
“Your cock is huge. I love how it fills me up so tight, and I can feel how hot you are inside me. I can practically feel you inside me right now. Just touching you has me so wet and hot I can barely stand it, baby.”
He breathed out and she was impressed that he didn’t call foul since she caught him when he couldn’t touch her because he was handling raw meat. Instead she took full advantage of the chance and ran her hand up and down his length and then stroked his balls some more. When she peeked around his shoulder it was to find that he was watching her, lust glowing in his eyes.
He smiled and said, “Fair is fair. Right, baby?”
She smiled at him and bit her lip. “I think I love playing as much as you do. I wasn’t telling a fib. Just looking at you and touching you gets me really hot.”
Heath licked his lips and then said, “I loved tasting your pussy, baby. I’ve been starving for you all day.”
“Mmmm,” she murmured as she slid her fingers between her legs and discovered just how hot, swollen, and drenched she was. Her cunt clenched with the stimulation to her clit, and her fingers were quickly soaked before she lifted them to his lips and smiled when he opened so she could slide them inside. Her pussy clenched again as he sucked them hard and licked every drop of her juices from them.
He grinned as he released them with a pop and said, “I’m still feeding you supper first, baby girl.”
“That’s okay, Heath. I don’t mind. I’m beginning to understand how hot it is to delay a little. Thank you. Doesn’t change the fact that I’m jumping you as soon as we’re done.”
He drew in a deep breath, grinned, and tried to focus on what he was doing.
The song on the classic rock radio station ended and when the new one began she recognized it and moaned, “Oh, yes,” as “Plush” by Stone Temple Pilots began to play. She adjusted the volume even louder, knowing Heath liked that, until the heavy guitar and drumbeat reverberated through the whole house.
Her dancer’s heart responded to the sensual, driving beat and she wrapped her arms around his waist and slowly undulated and danced against him, rubbing him with her breasts, hips, thighs, and shoulders. She turned and ground her ass against him and reached up to lightly scratch his shoulders and his biceps, grinding down low before working her way back up.
She pivoted to face him again and stroked his back with her lips and tongue as she danced and rubbed against him and delighted in the fine tremble she could feel in his body. She peeked up at him from the side again and smiled, joy filling her heart. He’d gone completely still, not even pretending to work, and was just experiencing the moment with her, his eyes closed, a smile on his face.