Like When We Were Newlyweds

As the kiss grew, he began to stand and lean over the table forcing my head upwards as his hand gently slid down to hold my chin. He was almost out of reach as I strained my neck to meet his mouth. The feeling of it reminded me of the times I've had his hand around my throat during sex. As soon as I thought it, my body reacted, and I moaned into Joe's mouth. He nibbled at my lips, pulling me closer to him with his kisses. I was hovering in the chair; any further and I'd have to stand to keep going. He slid his fingers down the side of my neck, forcing me to gasp again. The kiss broke and suddenly I was firmly back in my chair, and Joe was looking down at me with one of the most domineering expressions I'd seen on his face in a long time.

"Mmm... So that's what you're in the mood for..." I said seductively.

"Mm-hmm..." he nodded.

Joe was still in the mood; good. I was worried that we'd lost the moment, but he still seemed very eager. So eager in fact, I felt the need to pick on him a bit; especially since the food wasn't as good as I hoped it would be. I decided to keep the foreplay going and see how long he could stand waiting. If I kept him waiting long enough, he'd beg me for some satisfaction.

"Well, if you want dessert, you'll have to help me clean up from dinner first," I told him.

He looked at me suspiciously for a moment. He could probably guess what my intentions were.

"We don't want to leave a mess and have to come clean it later when we could be having fun," I added.

"Yeah... you're right," he sighed.

I laughed and said: "I love you."

We gathered up the dishes from the table and put them in the sink. When the kids were home, we used the dishwasher, but since it was just the two of us, I opted to just wash them and put them away. Doing the dishes first would distract Joe and give me a chance to torment him a bit. Ooh, or maybe he'd try to get at me instead? Either way, I was betting that whatever the night entailed, we'd be too busy to come back and clean up the kitchen.

Joe put the leftovers in the fridge, moved the wine bucket and glasses to the counter, then grabbed a towel to dry the dishes as I finished cleaning them. As I handed off a plate, I felt his hand brush mine. I looked at him and he smiled suggestively at me, with a wink. It made me giggle and I turned back to the sink. I washed a cup next, and I could almost feel him staring at me as I scrubbed it. He stood leaned against the counter, carefully watching my every move as he waited for me to finish. His arms were folded across his chest, so I could tell his frustration was building. When I turned to hand off the glass, our eyes met and I could see his lust plain on his face. Making him wait seemed to be driving him crazy; good. I had him right where I wanted him.

When I was nearly finished with the last dish, he put down the towel and moved behind me. His hands slipped into my shirt and glided up my torso until they were able to fondle my chest. My hands were still occupied, so I couldn't do anything as he groped me. He kneaded me, pressing my breasts into my chest, rubbing them in circles and effectively pushing my bra out of the way. All I could do was moan as I tried to finish lathering the plate in my hands without dropping it. His grip was rougher than it had been earlier, but the strength in his hands felt wonderful against my body.

Then Joe loosened his grip and slowed down his motions. With the sudden change, I let out a soft sigh and leaned back into his body. He kissed my cheek, then buried his face in my shoulder while his hands continued to work. He massaged my breasts for a few seconds more, then his hands began to wander. He shifted them from my breasts to my side, then slowly ran his hands down to my hips. Soft sounds left my mouth as I tried to rinse off the soapy dish that was still in my hands.

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into him while feeling my waist and stomach. I whined slightly as my balance faltered because of the force he used and I heard his soft, smug chuckle. Then he lightened his grasp and slowly slid his hands back up into my bra where they had started.

"You're so sexy," he breathed against my neck.

"Joey... Come on... stop it..." I whined.

"Mmm. I like it when you tell me to stop."

"Honey, I..."

I was trying to pick up the dishtowel he left on the counter so I could dry off the plate when he began to kiss my neck. A moan escaped my mouth as soon as I felt his warm breath against my skin. Next, he kissed his way upwards to nibble my ear, and I was forced to leave the wet plate on the counter. We were almost done, but he was getting impatient. I wanted to prolong things more so I could get the chance to tease him, but he wasn't going to let me, was he? Maybe if I...

Suddenly, his hands squeezed my breasts harder, making me groan almost immediately, forcing my eyes shut, and my head back. Each of his hands covered nearly the entire breast it was holding with my nipples in the space between his fingers.

"Mmm... so soft..." he sighed as he started to knead me even harder.

He kissed my neck and let his hot breath trickle along it. His hands felt so good on my chest. They way he held the weight of my breasts as he pressed them into me, and the way he let them fall so he could squeeze again; the sensations were starting to feel a bit overwhelming. The way my nipples lightly touched my shirt over and over as he moved wasn't helping either. It was too much! My chest almost seemed like it felt extra sensitive today; probably because I was already so worked up. Then Joe finally touched my nipples himself, and the long, loud moan that came out of my mouth was probably porn worthy.

"Enjoying this, babe? Being felt up in the kitchen? Maybe I should lay you out on the table, because you look good enough to eat."

I laughed. I couldn't help it; that line had been too cheesy not to. He dropped his hands, and I turned to look at him with the laughter still on my face. He frowned at me before his signature sly, arrogant smile replaced it. The look in his eyes was almost predatory, and I felt my heart begin to race. He put his arms around my back and waist drawing me into his body with my head resting against his shoulder.

"How long has it been since we've done it outside the bedroom," he whispered.

"Too long, I'd say," I breathed.

"In that case..."

Joe quickly moved away and went for the hem of my shirt. He pulled it up and over my head, revealing the bra he had pushed up to my armpits with his fondling. He tossed my shirt towards the table while I tried to readjust my chest. He chuckled at me as I finished, then reached for my hips, moving himself closer.

He felt around the waistline of my pants starting from behind, running his hands along the bare skin to the font to unfasten them. He slipped his hands inside, rubbing them against the texture in my lace panties before pushing my jeans out of the way and pulling them down over my hips. Once they fell to the floor, I started to step out of them and Joe squatted down to help me get them off my feet. As he stood back up, he traced his fingers over my inner thighs, then against the front of my panties causing me to let out soft, breathy moans.

Once he was eye level again, our lips met. The kiss started gently, but quickly grew into something fiercer. He grabbed my waist as he nibbled at my lips with his and drew my lower lip into his mouth. He sucked my lip softly as his hands wrapped around my back and my arms went up and around his shoulders. He gently let my mouth go which caused me to sigh, and his tongue slipped inside to assault mine. I slid my hands down to his cheeks to draw him closer. I felt myself throbbing as his pelvis pressed against me, pinning me to the counter and I could instantly tell how much he was enjoying our evening.

I twirled my tongue around his and tried to take the lead. His tongue withdrew and I let out a soft frustrated moan. He held me tighter, then his tongue went back to wrapping endlessly around mine. I felt him throb against my stomach, then felt myself clench in response. My hands had fallen away from his face at some point, so I wrapped my arms around his neck to steady myself. I was beginning to lose this fight. As much as I wanted to tease him, at this rate it wouldn't be long before I was wet and gushing, in his arms, begging for him to take me.

He drew my lip into his mouth at the same time he pulled me into his body. As he moved me away from the counter, his hands wandered down from my back and waist to cup my ass and hold me in place. As he nibbled at my lip, I nipped back. His knee pressed into my crotch and I felt myself immediately tighten against it right before his tongue slid back into my mouth. I was beyond turned on. It felt like it had been forever since the two of us had the time to just kiss like this, and I was enjoying every minute of it.

His lips curled into a smile, and I knew that we both knew exactly how bad we each wanted the other. He squeezed my ass pressing me into him, and I couldn't help but let out an audible moan when I felt how hard he was.

"Enjoying it?" he asked me as he pulled away from my lips slightly.

I had to give myself a second to focus. As my vision cleared, I got caught up in his eyes. Sure, they were a pretty color, but the lust I saw in them at that moment felt overwhelming. Even so, I loved it; I wanted it. I wanted him.

"I said... are you enjoying it?" he whispered in my ear.

"Maybe..." I breathed.

He kissed his way down my neck and onto my bare shoulder. I sighed softly as my eyes fluttered shut and my head fell to the side.

"Alright... I love it..." I admitted.

"Good," he said with his lips still against my skin.

Joe's grip was firm as he squeezed my ass, holding me in place. He moved his head away from my neck, then went in for another kiss. His right hand slid up my back and started to unfasten my bra as I let his tongue slip into my mouth. He didn't take the bra off quickly; I felt one hook go, then the next and the next. He was taking his time, and the suspense was getting to me so much that when the last hook finally popped, I moaned into his mouth as it slumped down my shoulders. I bucked against his knee, throwing myself into him accidently, and I felt his lips curl into a smile.

He paused our kiss to pull my bra all the way down my arms and toss it to the floor. Then one of his arms wrapped around my back again as his lips pressed into mine. His other hand began to cup my breasts in slow succession. As he lightly brushed against my nipples, I gasped, giving him the perfect opportunity to slide his tongue back into my mouth. He noticed that my nipples were hard and rolled them between his fingers before giving them each a quick flick with his fingertips. With each touch, my lower lips quivered against his leg in response as soft moans continuously left my mouth. My arms had fallen from around his neck to loosely grip his upper back and shoulders. I could feel how solid the muscles that he was using to hold me from behind were, and I could feel his arm work as he fondled my chest.

He nipped at my lips for a moment, then broke our kiss and let go of me. He squatted down and ran his finger along the band of my panties, then began to slowly pull them down over my hips. I gasped at his touch, feeling a quake from deep inside my body. He kissed my inner thighs on one side and then the other. I took a sharp breath and leaned back onto the counter behind me as he continued to kiss my thighs while guiding my panties down my legs. As he pulled my underwear off the last foot, he gave it a firm rub, then began to kiss his way back up my leg, holding it gently in his hands.

He moved agonizingly slow. Each kiss was soft and brief, but it was enough to draw continuous moans out of my throat. He placed my leg back on the floor and kissed his way up my inner thighs, one side after the other, until he reached my crotch. He smiled up at me; a devilish, naughty smile, before leaning in to kiss right between my legs. As I watched him inch closer and closer, I felt his breath like a warm mist over my crotch. I was throbbing non-stop and I could feel the first hints of my own wetness on my thighs. When I looked down my body and saw the lustful expression on his face, I threw my head back and whined in frustrated anticipation.

Surprisingly, he didn't kiss it; my lower lips were still desperate for his attention. I opened my eyes and looked down to where he was, but found that he was now standing in front of me with a different kind of smile. It was arrogant, which meant he was having fun toying with me. I started to frown at him, but before I could, his lips were on mine again. His tongue was in my mouth before I had the chance to react. It swirled around mine as his hands found my hips and began to glide up my naked body. He moved his hands up to cup my breasts and rubbed my nipples with his thumbs, forcing a long moan from my throat, breaking our kiss.

His hands traveled downwards and he traced the space between my hips and thighs with both hands, stopping in the middle to cup my pubic mound. I let out another long, involuntary sigh as my lower lips clenched against his hand. He traced my lower lips with his fingers as I pushed myself into him. He softly brushed my clit, making me moan, then slowly moved his hand away, looking down at me with a cocky, dominant expression. I was becoming helpless at his touch. It felt absolutely amazing, but at the same time, it was slightly agitating. With all his teasing, and the way he had just denied me that bit of satisfaction; I was frustrated. I had wanted to be the one to tease him, after all. Now I was standing here nude and soaked, but he was still fully dressed. That wasn't fair. It was my turn to do some undressing.

I pulled away from him slightly to say: "I can't be the only one standing here naked, right?"

"You're not naked, you've still got your socks on."

I laughed and rolled my eyes. "That's not the point. My point is, it's not fair if you're the only one with something to look at, and feel."

"I guess that's true," he nodded and shrugged.

I started at the hem of his shirt and ran my hands up his waist to his chest, pulling his shirt along with it. Once I got it over his arms, I tossed it onto the floor with the pile of my clothes. I looked up at him, and he had a look that told me he was just humoring me. I narrowed my eyes at him, then pecked him on the lips. I looked into his eyes and smiled as I touched his body, feeling at his arms and chest before slowly sliding my hands down to unfasten his shorts. I watched his eyes almost roll in the process; he was trying to hold back. I slipped my hands inside his shorts, gripping his hips, then slid my arms around behind him moving his pants out of the way as I went, slowly revealing his boxers. Then the shorts fell to the ground, and I went after his underpants.

I started from the side, pulling the band away from his body, and pushing them over his hips. I traced my hand along the front of him before pulling the boxers down enough to watch him spring out. He was hard, ready, and right in front of me as I bent slightly to finish pulling his underwear off. Once they dropped to the ground, I gave him a lick. He took in a sharp breath, averting my eyes as I looked up at him. He turned back to me with a hungry looking expression, so I quickly licked the tip of his dick, forcing him to throw his head back. I giggled, then helped him get the clothes from around his ankles, taking his socks along with everything else.

"Now you're naked," I teased.

"At least give me my socks back," he pretended to grumble.

"No way," I laughed.

I went up on my toes to kiss him as my hand started to stroke his hard cock. He stopped me almost immediately with a hand on my wrist.

"Not so fast. I said I'd be tasting you, remember?"

"Well, you did, but..."

"No 'buts'," he interrupted.

Suddenly, Joe swept me off my feet and into his arms in a princess-style hold.

"H-honey..." I said, surprised.

"I love you," he smiled.

He kissed me briefly, then carried me over to the kitchen table, laying me down on it with my legs near the foot of the table opposite of where we had been sitting. He stood to the side and gently ran his hands up my bare legs. I couldn't help but let out a light gasp.

"Your legs are so soft," he sighed.

He bypassed my crotch and ran his hands up my sides, then cupped my breasts. He massaged them against my chest forcing me to moan.

"Mmm... but these are even softer," he said before burying his face in my chest.

He squeezed and rubbed me with both hands as he moaned between my boobs. He stood up and kneaded them harder, putting a bit of his weight into it. I let out a groan as my hips convulsed and I bounced against the table. He was being so rough with them; almost too rough. I was on the edge of pain vs. pleasure, but his excitement was turning me on enough that I didn't mind too much. Still, even though it felt great now, if he went any harder, it would be a problem.

"Honey... Please be gentle... It feels good, but don't do it much harder, okay?"

"Okay," he chuckled. "I won't, but I will do this," he said as he bent down and pulled one of my nipples into his mouth.

"Ahh, no, not that..." I moaned.

I knew he had to have liked the sound I made, because he started to suck them harder, which brought even more soft noises out of me. He moved from one breast to the other, alternating which nipple he was sucking and which one was being rolled between his fingers. I stared down at him, watching his every move. I wasn't moaning anymore; just panting as my eyes followed his movements. He was focused on what he was doing, but when he finally glanced up at me, I felt a shudder run through my body. His eyes looked so fierce that I let out another involuntary moan.

"Ohh... so good..." I groaned as I finally let my head rest back against the table.

One of Joe's hands began to migrate to lower parts of my body. He gently traced his fingers down my stomach, circling around my belly button before continuing. I felt his hand inch further and further down until he was gently petting my lady bits.

"What's this down here?" he asked me with the playfulness blatantly obvious in his voice.

"You know what it is," I replied.

"I want to hear you say it."

His voice had been low and rumbly as he said it; I felt it in every inch of my body. I couldn't look him in the eyes right then, so I averted mine before answering his question.

"I-It's my vagina..."

"Come on, I know for a fact that you can way be lewder than that. Say it right."

"It's my... pussy," I whispered, embarrassed.

It wasn't that I didn't like the word; It just felt too harsh to flat out say it when things were just getting started. In the heat of things was different; I had been known to say all sorts of things on the verge of ecstasy. Joe loved that about me.

"And?"

"And....?" I questioned.

"What about this pussy?"

I sighed internally because I knew what he was trying to get me to say, but I was so worked up already, I didn't have the patience left for any more of his teasing. Aside from that, it always embarrassed me when he made a big deal of things like this. At the same time, it always turned me on. I avoided looking at him, but I did reply.

"Well... it's wet... and horny... and it really needs something inside it..."

I shyly looked back at him, and he had another devilish grin on his face.

"Very good. You're right about it being wet. You're so soaked you might leave a spot in the tablecloth."

"W-what? Oh, no!" I panicked as I started to sit up.

"Shh... It's not that bad. Besides, we can always wash it," he said as he urged me to lie back down.