Dinner Time Can Wait

She sighed as she leaned on the counter, her mind drifting as she absent-mindedly mixed her favorite drink. It had been a stressful week and all she wanted now was to relax, enjoy her weekend and her man. She'd been pushing hard to finish the project at work, and her constant worries about completing it to her exacting standards has been weighing her down. She knew she was a perfectionist, but that's the way she'd always been, and it has served her well so far, 2 promotions within 2 years and she was climbing the ladder fast.

She had been pushing so hard, she did worry that he was feeling neglected, and that brought a frown to her delicate features. But that small frown disappeared as she realized he'd be walking in the door soon. The sound of his diesel truck pulling in the driveway a welcome respite from the weariness weighing on her. Catching a whiff of his scent, the sweat, aftershave and musk of a hard day's work pouring off of him stirs a longing in her as her.

As he opens the door, his blue eyes fall upon her and a smile falls across his lips. She is simply stunning to him, a picture of perfection. Her chestnut brown hair cascading in curls across her shoulders, Her hazel eyes sparkle as she smiles at him, an incandescent smile that melts his heart and causes his pulse to quicken.

Before he realizes it, he's across the kitchen and wrapping his arms around her waist, nuzzling her delicate neck with his scruff. He inhales her perfume and shampoo, savoring the sweet and familiar smells of his goddess.

She feels his arms around her as she melts into his embrace. The feel of his scruff on her neck elicits a gasp and sends shivers through her. His smell is intoxicating, overwhelming her senses and stirring a lustful haze in her eyes.

His hands, so rough and calloused, yet so gentle, caress her back. His fingers slide up her thighs, the scent of her arousal fills his nostrils.

As his hands explore her, she collapses into him. She's lost all sense of control, willingly submitting to him. As she turns her head and is greeted by two Arctic blue pools gazing at her with a mixture of love and lust, she feels the warm flush of desire overtake her senses, she needs him like she needs oxygen to breathe. Her legs trembling, her knees buckling, she leans in and whispers..."Take me now, PLEASE!"

His heart racing, her whispered plea flips a primal switch inside him. He pushes her forward, bending her over the counter. Her moans signalling her need, he roughly flips her dress up and yanks her soaked panties down her legs and over her heels. Her legs splay open and her submissive position shows him her desperate need to be claimed.

She reaches back, snatching his hand and putting it on her head. He grabs a fistful of her hair as she groans in approval. His throbbing cock pushes against her ass as she pushes it back. Needing, wanting him inside her, she grasps him and pulls him into her.

She's dripping, soaked with desire ... her heat is all-consuming. His touch sending ripples of pleasure radiating through her core. His penetration setting off a shockwave, as she grasps the counter, an orgasm rips through her. Her screams only encouraging him, he thrusts deeper into her, faster ... the sounds of slapping flesh, the screams of desire and release radiate through them.

Slamming into her, every thrust sending her closer to the edge, frantic with need, she feels the tidal wave approaching. His powerful thrusts jolting her closer to the brink. Her body starts to shake as it explodes in sheer ecstasy, her orgasm ripping through her. The intensity causing her pussy to grip his cock like a velvet vice as the blurriness at the edge of her vision causes her to collapse against him. With a roar, he grasps her hips and slams forcefully into her as rope after rope of molten cum fills her.

Covered in a sheen of sweat, he collapses into the chair with her. She climbs into his lap, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and nuzzling into his neck, a contented sigh escaping her lips. Their racing hearts beating in unison, she whispers to him, "My King". She can't see it, but she can feel his lips curling into a smile as he whispers back, "My Queen".

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