I loved the view from my kitchen window. The sun had sunk into the skies, leaving remnants of light in its wake. We had fallen into a nice routine and as Alex had predicted, we were good for each other. We had fitted seamlessly into each other’s life as though we had been living for years as husband and wife.
An hour later, Alex’s key sounded at the front door and moments later, he strolled into the kitchen. I whirled around and smiled hugely as my world righted. He wore a similar grin on his face as he closed the distance between us and pulled me into his arms.
“This is my favorite moment of the day,” he said, kissing my neck.
“Me too,” I said and raised my head for a kiss.
I moaned as our lips came into contact. Six months of being husband and wife had not lessened the passion between us. If anything, it had increased and we couldn’t get enough of each other.
His lips were firm and his mouth hot. Alex’s hands cupped my ass pressing me against his erection, teasing me with it. He lifted me and I wrapped my skirt clad legs around his waist. Then he broke the kiss to carry me into our bedroom.
“What about dinner?” I asked, my voice husky with arousal.
“We’ll warm it,” he said.
I felt as though I was drowning in his cobalt blue eyes, flaring with passion. In the bedroom he lowered me to my feet and pulled the top over my head and unclasped my bra. My skirt and panties quickly followed, then he laid me gently on the bed and stood over me undressing.
“I’ve been thinking of you lying in bed like that, ready for me,” he said, as he removed his clothes.
I never ceased to be amazed by the size of his cock and how well it fit into me considering my size. When Alex was naked, he came to the bed and draped his body over mine. I rubbed my hardened nipples over his chest and he groaned into my mouth.
“I love your body Chaz,” he said and he rubbed his thumb over my nipple with one hand and supported his weight with the other.
“I love this huge sexy body too,” I said, stroking his chest and shoulders. “You’re—”
He silenced me with a deep kiss that drove all thoughts from my mind. The exhaustion of the day ebbed away as his tongue swirled in my mouth. He moved his lips to my jawline and neck, peppering kisses along my sensitive spots.
I moaned as his hands cupped my breasts and his mouth descended onto my nipples, sucking them in turn. When he descended further down and clamped his mouth on my clit, I lost it completely, screaming his name and gripping his head.
It wasn’t long before my legs were trembling as an orgasm rolled from my pussy to the rest of my body.
“Go on your knees Chaz,” Alex growled and I did as he said.
I grabbed a handful of the beddings and braced myself as Alex gripped my hip with one hand and with the other, he guided his cock to the entrance of my pussy.
I let out a gasp of pleasure as he thrust his cock into me, his hands gripping my hips hard to keep me in place. He drove so deep, it almost hurt but I was soaking wet from my orgasm and all I felt was a deep sense of fulfillment as his cock filled every space.
“Alex,” I said over and over again.
Every time his cock filled me to the hilt, it hit my clit and it wasn’t long before an orgasm was rocking me.
“Yes,” I moaned as pleasure flooded me.
Alex’s thrusts grew faster and harder and, in a few moments, he was filling me with his hot, thick liquid. I collapsed on the bed when it was over and Alex spooned me, with his hand draped loosely around my waist.
“You feel so good,” he said. “You make it so tempting to fall asleep.”
I laughed and turned around. “You’re sleeping,” I accused him.
He opened one eye.
“Come on lazy bones, let’s jump into the shower. It will wake you up.”
He groaned in protest but did as I suggested. We padded into the adjoining shower and enjoyed washing each other. Alex told me about his day and the cases he was working on while I entertained him with stories of the day’s happenings.
Charlotte
I’d made pasta with a sauce of hot Italian sausage, pepperoni, and meatballs. Even after a day spent in the kitchen at work, I didn’t mind coming home to cook for Alex. He made me want to cook for him.
He made appreciative noises as we ate at the kitchen table.
“I ticked all the boxes on my list for a potential wife when I met you,” he said.