Sunday

He comes in the door and dinner is ready and waiting. There are candles on a table that is strewn with rosepetals. There is a small bouquet of roses off to the side.

She steps out from the kitchen wearing a black lace chemise, a wine glass in each hand. He takes both glasses from her and sets them on the table. Turning back to her and pulling her into his embrace, his lips kissing hers deeply.

His hands are on her butt and he is crushing her to his chest. He plunges his tongue into her mouth and slides his hands under the lace. Her breath is hot and hurried, she is pulling his shirt up and running her hands over his chest.

He turns her and slides her butt onto the table and she unbuttons his pants and slides his zipper down. His cock freed of clothing as she pushes his pants down his butt, bobs between them. She tugs him to her, fitting his shaft into her wet labia. He slides inside her and thrusts deep and hard and fast. Her fingernails are digging into his ass.

He bends her back and his teeth trap her nipple, nipping through the lace. She gasps and he feels her wetness gush out of her as she cums. His cock spasms as he cums, thrusting hard inside her. He grunts and pushes hard and they laugh as the wineglass tumbles over, spilling over the table.

He holds her and strokes her gently, passion satisfied for the moment.

"Shall I serve our dinner now lover?" She laughs and he stands he back on her feet. Smoothing her clothing back down.

"Let's shower first, c'mon baby, let me pamper you." He tugs her off to the shower tossing off clothing as they go.