Story Title: Sweet Sera
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She was in the kitchen when he returned home from work, standing at the sink, washing the cutting board.
“How was your day, love?” She turned around after a brief stir in the soup pot and received a kiss from Kyle, as well as the can of corn he had purchased. She rummaged for the can opener on the counter next to the stove, opened it, and dumped it into the soup, stirring it again.
In response to her question, all he did was shrug and mutter.
She kept stirring the chicken cheese chowder while catching a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye, loving the way his green argyle sweater was pulled over his shoulders and across his chest.
He was perched on the kitchen stool, oe elbow on the counter, sipping water and keeping an eye on her. A glass of water for her.
With a grin on her face, she returned to the stove, reduced the heat to low, placed the spoon on the rest, and covered the pot with the lid.
He admired her from her wavy reddish hair to the bare toes poking out of her tattered pants as she turned.
As she walked over to him, she tried to look enraged by glancing over her glasses.
“That’s MY water!” she said as she came to a halt in front of him and drained the glass dry.
“I’ll get you some more,” he promised.
She went between his legs as he slipped his hands around her and into her back pockets, putting a palm on his chest to keep him on the bar stool and laying the glass on the counter.
She laid her hands on his shoulders and stared into his eyes, playing with his soft brown hair that curled on his shoulders.
With such intensity, he peered up at her, then his gaze traveled to her mouth, his head tipping back even more.
She accepted the invitation by gently kissing him and nibbling his bottom lip with her lips.
He drew her closer with his hands still in her back pockets, then slid one under her top and up her sensitive back flesh, discovering no bra strap beneath her baggy sweatshirt.
He moaned and kissed her more passionately, sliding his other hand beneath her blouse to savor her silkiness.
She reached for his sweater, wanting to touch his skin as well, but he was seated on the tails.
She slid the sweater over his head, barely breaking the lip lock, and dropped it on the floor as he got up.
“Hey, my swe… hmmmmmm
She kissed him even more passionately, her hands tangled in his hair, stroking up and down his back, grasping his butt and dragging his hips against her, and sensing his erection.