Welcome Home
Maggie
Walking inside our house after work is always the best feeling for me. Brayden and I spent months looking at house after house before falling in love with this one. It’s a cozy, one-story ranch-style with three bedrooms and two baths. Plus, Brayden has a detached garage for all his man-toy needs. Furthermore, we aren’t far from Dina’s house or Brayden’s work.
I decide to cook spaghetti for Brayden tonight—his all-time favorite meal. I love to tease him, so I get dinner started then head to my room where I quickly strip off all my clothes and put on my black “kiss the cook” apron and red heels that match the lettering. What straight man wouldn’t love to come home to this?
When Brayden walks in and sees me, he whistles.
I smile seductively. “Hey, there.”
He smiles a wicked grin so full of promises. “Are you my appetizer or dessert?”
Crossing over to him, I answer with a sexy wink. “Both, baby. Now take me hard, here and now.”
Without hesitation, he turns me around and bends me over the table. He holds my hands in place over my head as he drops his pants before he begins to pound into me hard and fast.
The feeling as he stretches and fills me is incredible. He’s rough, his hips slamming hard into me, pushing me into the table. With his free hand, he begins slowly, gently massaging my ass just before a swift smack comes across my backside. The sudden sharp pain brings my focus to the moment and the continued sensations of his steady pace.
I’m so close to an orgasm when he heightens my sensitivity by spanking me again, the blood rushing to the area.
I feel my body tighten with my building climax as Brayden leans over and whispers, “No, no, baby, that release won’t come until later.”
He slows his pace, keeping me on edge as he nips at the back of my shoulder blades. Suddenly, he pulls out of me and walks off to our bathroom.
We have played this game before. The anticipation and final reward of release will have me seeing stars later.
As we sit at the table for dinner, I’m still clothed only in an apron and Brayden in his boxers and a pair of basketball shorts, no shirt. We eat, both teasing one another with each passing moment. If you are more than half-naked while twirling noodles around a fork, it becomes a battle of sensual wills to see who will ravish the other first.
After what feels like hours but is really mere minutes, my body is aching in need.
Taking a piece of ice from my glass, I hold it in my mouth then walk over to his chair, squatting in front of him and making sure I expose myself. I then pull his erection free, gently stroking him before slowly leaning in to lick up and down his member, rubbing the piece of ice in my mouth along it.
I lick the head, swirling around it while massaging his balls, and then I firmly tug, knowing the pressure is building up in him.
“Enough,” he commands in a raspy voice, his control wavering. “Ride me now.”
And ride him, I do.
As I begin the tightening climb to my ecstasy, Brayden smacks my ass, distracting me while simultaneously biting my nipple. The pressure sends me over the edge, and I explode around him, my core milking him as my body trembles, bringing about Brayden’s own release.
He massages my backside from the spanking while gently kissing my neck and breast as I travel through the waves of aftershocks. Then we get up from the table, and Brayden leads me to our bedroom. As much as he does wild and kinky, he also loves to slow down and cherish my body.
He gently kisses me. “Baby, you are my fire and ice, my wild and calm.” He holds me close, trailing his nose along my jawline and neck. “I’m going to run a bubble bath for us. Mmm …” he hums as he nuzzles my neck. “I love you, Maggie.”
In the bath, Brayden gently washes every part of me. He takes his time to massage my feet and legs, and then he tickles me with kisses as he massages my neck and shoulders.
The scalp massage he gives while washing my hair is enough to almost put me to sleep. Then he rinses my hair thoroughly before helping me out of the tub.
“Maggie, you know I like the fast and hard side of you, but I love when I can treasure your body slowly and deliberately,” he tells me as we lie in bed. “I love you, Maggie, now and always.” With that, he enters me, making slow love to me until exhaustion overtakes us both.
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Brayden
Coming home tonight to see Maggie in nothing but an apron has my body immediately at attention. Knowing this beautiful woman wants me is an indescribable feeling. My pleasure comes from making the stars dance in her eyes.
When she’s in the kitchen, ready for me like this, I smile, thinking back to our first time. We had just started dating a few months before, and she invited me over for dinner. At the time, she shared an apartment with Dina.
She was in the kitchen, attempting to cook in a pretty sundress, when I came over and began to kiss her. As my hand came around, roaming up her dress to cup her ass, I found she wasn’t wearing any panties. I was so turned on by that we had sex right there on the kitchen counter. It turns out my dear Maggie doesn’t ever wear panties. What a lucky man I am.
Sex has always been a driving force and powerful connection for Maggie and me. She is not big on talking shop, or anything cars for that matter, while I’m not much for shoes. So, other than sex and drinking, we don’t have a lot in common.
Her sense of humor keeps me laughing all the time. She’s a little klutzy, mainly from the damn shoes she wears, but it’s cute. She has made the last four years of my life the absolute happiest.
Her love for me is beyond any intensity I have known, including from my own family. She accepts me as I am and has never once pried into my history, my childhood, or even pressed me for information about my friends. We just fit together, no questions necessary. I have never had such complete acceptance from anyone like she gives me.
I know this euphoria is not a feeling I deserve, but I can’t walk away from her. With her, I can escape the thoughts in my head and just be lost in her body.