Just What They Needed

It had been a long and tiring day. Matthew was worn out and drained of energy as he entered the house. He heard the radio playing softly and the mix of humming and water running coming from the kitchen. As he entered the kitchen, he saw her, standing at the sink with her back to him, washing dishes. She didn’t appear to have heard him come home. The sight of Annabelle seemed to instantly revive him and turn him on. He knew he needed to have her right then and there. He crept up behind her and lovingly wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her neck and whispering in her ear, “I’m home, my love.”

Matthew turned off the water and used one hand to push the bottom of Annabelle’s dress up towards her waist, allowing his hand to linger and gently caress her bottom. With his other hand, Matthew began fondling her right breast. He abandoned her bottom long enough to slowly unzip her dress so that he could fully expose her supple breasts. He pushed up against her, rubbing his bulging dick against her bottom, as he squeezed and teased her breasts and nipples, making Annabelle pant and moan, as hungry for him as he was for her. She pushed her bottom out and rubbed it harder against Matthew’s dick, wanting nothing more than for him to lower her panties and enter her aching and pulsating pussy.

Matthew turned Annabelle around so that he could begin to suck on her breasts and instantly felt just how wet she had already become. He lowered his head to one breast and began to suck, gently flicking the nipple with his tongue, making it go as hard as a rock. Annabelle let out a gasp as Matthew gently bit and pulled on her nipple, sending waves of pleasure and pain mixed together through her body. Just as she was sure she could take the wait no longer, Matthew scooped her up in his arms, headed, she was sure, for the bedroom. Annabelle was surprised when, instead of heading towards the bedroom, Matthew sat her on top of the kitchen table. He went to the refrigerator and placed a few ice cubes in a glass. Annabelle found herself wondering just what Matthew was up to with the glass of ice. He returned to the table and placed the glass near her and resumed his attention to her breasts. Annabelle shivered when she felt the ice cube, hidden in Matthew’s mouth, touch her already tender nipple. The pulsating in her pussy seemed to shift into high gear and it was all she could do to keep from screaming out “Fuck me already!”

Matthew smiled to himself as he sensed just how close to the edge Annabelle was becoming. He moved his hands down her body towards her hips, causing more and more shivers to ripple through Annabelle’s body the closer he got to her aching and needy pussy. He grasped her panties and ever so slowly pulled them off of her, taking note of just how dripping wet she had become.

“Well, now. Someone has made a mess on the table. I think I’d better clean that up,” he said with a wicked grin. Annabelle lay back on the table and was rocked by the biggest shiver yet as she felt Matthew rub a piece of ice over her swollen, pulsating clit. Over and over and over he rubbed the ice, watching as it melted from the heat of her body. He then took a piece of ice and moved it, in and out and in and out of her pussy, fucking her with it, as he began to suck on her clit. He alternated between sucking and flicking her clit with his tongue, knowing it wouldn’t take long before she was ready to explode. Sure enough, a moment later, he heard Annabelle’s breathing quicken and felt her body begin to tense. Just as she yelled out “OH YES, MATTHEW,” Annabelle squirted all over the front of Matthew’s pants.

“It looks like someone’s been a bad girl and squirted all over my pants,” Matthew announced with a wink and a grin. “You’re lucky I’m in a forgiving mood today.”

He slid Annabelle to the very edge of the table and lowered his pants and underwear. He then eased himself inside of her and began pumping in and out. He pumped faster and deeper, his balls slapping against her bottom. Annabelle grasped the edges of the table, panting as she felt another orgasm begin to build up. All of a sudden, Annabelle felt a vibrating sensation on her clit and she looked down to see that Matthew was rubbing a small vibrator back and forth over her clit as he continued to thrust in and out of her, faster and faster. Matthew felt and heard the changes in both Annabelle and himself that meant an orgasm was imminent. Suddenly, she cried out, cumming for the second time and he allowed himself to let go, exploding inside of her. Matthew pulled out of Annabelle and looked deeply into her eyes.

“I love you so much,” he said.

“Thank you. I love you, too,” Annabelle replied, a contented smile on her face.