Stephen

☠Kitchen Delight☠

I woke up to the sound of the shower the next evening. laying there for a few more moments to let the sleepy haze clear from my mind, I begin to stretch out my stiff lazy limbs when the sound of my empty stomach starts to grumble like it was eating its own-self.

I couldn't remember the last time I felt the hungry, after I crawled my lazy butt out, of the warm, comfy bed, I slipped on the black nightgown and began to make my way toward the kitchen.

When I went into the kitchen I flip on the lights and walked straight to the large restraint stainless steel icebox in front of me.

Opening the door I stood there and scanned through the food contents before I grab the roast beef, cheese, lettuce, pickles, and tomato.

I was about to shut the icebox door. when I'd notice the small bowl of strawberries nestled into the back, behind the orange juice carton in the corner.

Picking up the bowl of strawberries with the edge of my fingers, I juggled all my food items very majestically back over to the kitchen island carefully letting them free onto the gran-net countertop.
Walking back over to the pantry, I picked up the loaf of honey bread from it, now hopefully that's all I needed, to prepare my dinner tonight.

After washing my strawberries off in the sink until I thought they were clean enough to eat without getting some form of e-coli from them.

I pulled a few paper towels off, from the metal towel rack and patted them off dry first, before I placed them back into a clean bowl, and set them back onto the island.

I lay out two slices of bread and began to place the roast beef, cheese, lettuce, and pickles onto the bread before I slice a few pieces of tomato off for my sandwich. I always sliced the tomato last, because I hated to eat soggy bread.

I'd just picked up my sandwich when I see movement out of the corner of her eye. Stephen came up behind me and begun to run his fingertips up the length of my spine.

I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck begin to rise when his tongue touches the base of my neck trilling it downward toward my shoulder, closing her eyes when I feel his damp, taunt, body lean-in against mine.

I hand grips tighter against the edge of the kitchen island trying to brace herself up as his lips kiss further up and around my neck.' Oh God, he knew how to use his skilled mouth on my body.'

His lips move back down to my shoulder before he spins me around to face him. Stephen held my gaze for a moment, then pressed his lips down to the cork of my neck lightly nipping at it with his teeth, "Mmm." I hum out.

When his hands moved around my waist, his hands became more demanding the further down they went towards my ass, as he teases my hot flesh with his skilled lips, my hands find their way in his thick coal hair, when both his hand squeezes around my ass cheeks, "Aha." I could feel the heat building up between my legs as he slowly torturer me there

When Stephen began to kiss his way back up my neck, I could feel myself lean into his strong body more. His hands move from my ass, slowly around to my hips,'Oh God his hand's were made to be on my body.' I thought as he traces his fingertips sensually up and down them

Stephen's lips came up to my ear, "I love you...soo much Mrs. Stephen James."He whispers.

I could feel every single breath on my skin, I was utterly consumed by him as he whispers those sweet words into my ear, panting heavier when his hands move their way down to her thighs gently squeezing them into his hands.

A low moan escapes my mouth, "Ohhhh." Our bodies begin to move together like a dance, my skin starts to feel hot, and moist as the blood began to rise to the surface.

"May I make love to you my wife?" He whispers.

My mind is a haze of lusty fog having his body next to mine, and the only one word I could whisper back to him."Yesss..."