Filthy logo

Apron Strings

Apron Strings

By Ryaine MontePublished 3 years ago 4 min read
Like

It had been only a little over a week since he had held her in his arms. That did not change the yearning he felt to hold her again. Shaking his head, he wondered what was so special about her. All he knew was that he needed to have her again.

She smiled her flashy smile as she entered his condo. He loved the way her nose crinkled when she really smiled. She wore slim jeans and a loose sweater. She never really revealed much outside of the bedroom. Quickly he kissed her full lips and hung her coat.

“Ready to do some cooking?”, he asked.

Still smiling she lifted the bag of groceries onto the counter and pull out the apron she promised she’d bring. Laughing, he yanked his out of the kitchen drawer. She stepped into him. Pressing her full frame against his. He could feel the passion radiating from her. She slid her soft hands under his shirt and lifted it over his head. Running her fingertips down his strong chest to his pant waistline. Desire filling her big blue eyes. He could feel his breathing quicken at the anticipation of what was to come.

He pulled her tightly to him. Kissing her perfect mouth ever so gently. He wanted her. Just as much as she wanted him. Giggling against his lips she pushed back and quickly disrobed. There she stood in his kitchen, completely naked. How he wanted her right there! Following her cue, he too finished undressing. They both tied on their aprons over their nudity.

How was he going to cook when her round curves were begging him to touch her?

She knew he wanted her. Besides the bulging outline on his apron, he eyes held a desire that promised of what was to come. Who was she kidding, she wanted him just as much. Not only did she enjoy any thing they did together, but the love making was beyond any girls expectations! His smile and laugh was contagious as he turned on some music and set to work in the kitchen. He was gorgeous.

She set to cutting the vegetables. With her back to him, she could feel his eyes on her. He walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. His hard cock pressed against her lower back. His hands travelled from her hips to her breast. Sliding his long fingers under her apron, he cupped them. She leaned back into his lean frame. Able to feel his strength as he pressed her against the cupboard. His lips traced the curve of her neck. She set the knife down and turned to face him.

Gently. Slowly he kissed her. She could feel a moan already wanting to escape from her throat. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and stood on her toes to deepen the kiss. Running his hand over her butt cheek, he lifted one of her legs up. She ached to feel him.

He knew he’d find her wet. He knew exactly how she responded to his touch. He traced her silky lips with his fingertips and inserted his fingers into her. She caught her breath against his throat as he pulled her closer and pressed in deeper.

Her hands traveled down his back to the apron strings that held the slight material between them. Tugging she untied the strings. They danced against his tone bare legs as she slowly dropped to her knees. A smirk crossed his lips. Quickly he removed his apron as she took him between her lips, gliding her teeth along his shaft, twisting her tongue around his tip. Tasting him. She could feel him throbbing. He laid his hand on her head, guiding her strokes. Closing his eyes he held onto the countertop.

Stepping back, he pulled himself from her mouth. She looked up at him as if to beg the question of what he wanted. What he desired from her. He almost exploded. Picking her up he set her on the counter. Kissing her small erect breast, teasing her nipples with the tip of his tongue. She pulled him in closer and spread her legs for him. A low laugh left his throat as he abided by her wish. His lips traced her breast, her stomach, her hip bone, until he reached her womanhood. He loved the taste of her as he ran his tongue over her clit. She arched her back, pressing herself against his mouth. She was wet and tight. He knew she wanted him. Wanted him to release her.

Quickly, he stood. Pulling her from the counter. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he lowered her to the floor. He knew neither of them could wait any longer. With a single thrust he entered her. She gasped at his thickness. Clinging to his shoulders, she clung onto him as he kissed her hard. The pace made her lightheaded as he drop his entire length deep within her folds.

He could feel her body heating up and quivering against him. The very thought of her cumming almost drove him over the edge. My God, he needed this! She moaned against his mouth as the waves washed over her. He took her to the peak, let her come down, and took her there again. She was breathing hard as she come down and he slowed the pace just enough to build her back up. But this time he let himself go. He could feel it coming over him as she moaned her pleasure into his ear. With one last thrust he buried himself deep with in her and released.

He rest his head on her breast as their breathing returned to normal. She held his head to her chest. Gripping her hips he pushed deep within her. He needed every last drop of her. It didn’t matter why she was special, she was all he hungered for.

erotic
Like

About the Creator

Ryaine Monte

Reader insights

Be the first to share your insights about this piece.

How does it work?

Add your insights

Comments

There are no comments for this story

Be the first to respond and start the conversation.

Sign in to comment

    Find us on social media

    Miscellaneous links

    • Explore
    • Contact
    • Privacy Policy
    • Terms of Use
    • Support

    © 2024 Creatd, Inc. All Rights Reserved.