Rachel
“Don’t get in the habit of me doing this every night now,” she called from the sink. “I believe in equal opportunity cooking in a relationship.”
Brad chuckled, and nodded his head. “Yes ma’am, whatever you say. I have to admit though, I’m going to have to brush up on my culinary skills if I’m going to have to keep up with you.”
He walked up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and laid a soft, sensual kiss on the nape of her neck. Rachel shivered at the delicious sensation, and she leaned more fully into his embrace.
“Thank you,” he whispered into her ear, nibbling on it. “It was a rough day, but this was a perfect ending.”
Rachel’s eyes fluttered as his fingertips brushed her hair back from her neck, exposing more of her flesh for his exploration. His lips made a trail from her ear lobe all the way down to her shoulder, sending her body into delicious shivers.
“It was my pleasure,” she moaned. Dishes completely forgotten, she turned in Brad’s arms and kissed him passionately on the lips. She could still taste the sweet traces of the apple pie on his lips as she flicked her tongue across them. Oh, she thought, how delicious he tastes. She gasped as his strong arms lifted her up and sat her on the counter she had just finished cleaning. Her shirt was pulled up over her head and she quickly did the same with his, wanting to touch the bare, sizzling muscles that lay just beneath the fabric.
Brad growled when she dragged her nails teasingly down the front of his chest, and she giggled darkly. She loved the way he made her feel, and equally enjoyed that was she could make him feel. His lip travelled down her shoulder, caressing their way over her collarbone as his hands made quick work of her bra. She gasped in pleasure as he took her left breast into his mouth. His tongue, clever and skilled, lapped greedily over her taut nipple, teasing her with soft nips at the sensitive flesh.
Between her legs, she could feel her wetness spread over her thighs. She loved how her body was always so quickly ready for his. And his was so ready for hers. She didn’t have to reach out to know that his cock was already thick and hard for her, pulsating beneath his jeans and just begging to be let out and touched. With quick, coy fingers she did just that, flicking the button out of it hole and sliding down the zipper to spring Brad’s member free.
He groaned as her fingers wrapped seductively around him and pulled him free of his briefs. He growled even more when she began to pump him with his hand, sliding up and down his cock, and using his precum to lubricate him. She loved the way she could they could make one another tremble.
“Pants,” she gasped, referring to her own. She didn’t need to say anything else. Immediately Brad’s hands went to her waist, undoing buttons and zippers so that he could get the well fitted fabric down her legs and tossed onto the floor, along with her shoes, socks, and dark purple thong. As soon as she was naked Brad dropped to his knees, his face delving between her thighs so he could taste her juices.
She gasped and moaned in pleasure as she leaned her hips forward for him. The bottoms of her feet found the rungs of the pullout drawers below the counter, and she surprisingly found a very comfortable position to be in as Brad’s tongue lavished his love upon her.
“Brad,” she gasped, her orgasm swelling incredibly fast. Her hands pushed and pulled at his shoulders as her hips gyrated into his mouth. She was so close she could barely breathe. “Yes, yes yes! Wait, what are you doing?” She asked, her voice quivering.
Brad halted rather suddenly, and stood up. His hands gripped her hips firmly and in lieu of an answer he thrust himself deeply into Rachel’s, hot, wet, quivering center. She screamed in joy as he began to make love to her on the countertop. His hips drove into her perfectly; matching the rhythm of her own as her orgasm finally came shattering around them.
Her nails scratched enticing trails down his back as she held on to him. Suddenly she was in the air, with his strong arms wrapped securely around her. He moved her to the table, where he gently laid her down, careful of her head, and slowed down to a painstaking pace. Brad’s eyes were practically glowing as he looked down at her, taking in the beauty that was her body.
Brad’s rhythm changed, and Rachel could feel his slow, deep thrusts kindling another fire inside of her. She adored when they had hot, quick, passionate sex, but loved it even more when they slowed down. It was as if there were two sides of Brad, and she loved them both. Rachel’s orgasm followed soon after, much different than the first. It wasn’t an explosion, quick and hot. Instead, it was a slow wave crashing down, pouring delicious shivers all through her body from the top of her head, all the way down to the tips of her toes.
She cried Brad’s name as she felt her release, and he shortly after she followed, pulling out just in to splash across her stomach. He apologized, and looked embarrassed. Rachel giggled, and promised him that it was fine. After a quick kiss he padded to the bathroom, and came back with tissues to help her clean up.
“Such a gentleman,” she teased, helping him.
“I do my best,” he replied with a devilish grin.
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An hour later Rachel was taking out her earrings and getting ready to wash her face. It had been almost a month ago that she had started staying over regularly, and because of that she had a few things there. A toothbrush, a bottle of her face wash, and a few undergarments and outfits to start. As she washed her face, she caught Brad staring at her in the mirror.
“What are you thinking over there?” She asked, grinning at him. He grinned back, and sidled over to her. He was ready for bed, wearing nothing but a pair of pajama bottoms. She loved the way he looked before bed. He looked so at ease, so casual. As if they had been doing this same routine for years.
He came up to her, kissing the side of neck again, and nuzzling his nose into her shoulder. “I was thinking about the future.”
Rachel froze. “What about it?”
“What it will mean. For you. For me. For us.” He paused, looking at her slowly through the mirror, taking his time as if he was looking over every line and feature.
“I love you,” Rachel,” he whispered. “And I want you to move in with me.”