Chapter 3: Rising Action
The aroma of freshly baked bread and simmering stew filled the air, a comforting scent that enveloped Woozi as he stepped into the kitchen. The warm, yellow light cast a soft glow on the glossy, white tiles and the chrome accents, making the space feel inviting and cozy. The laughter that had filled the car was still echoing in his ears, a testament to the playful banter that had been a staple of their relationship since the beginning.
Woozi's wife, her long blonde hair cascading down her back, was already in the kitchen, her short, tight dress hugging her curves in a way that made his mouth water.
She was leaning against the counter, her big blue eyes locked onto his, a sultry smile playing on her lips. He could see the outline of her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress, and he knew she wasn't wearing any underwear. The thought sent a jolt of desire straight to his cock.
"Well, well, well," she purred, pushing off from the counter and sauntering towards him. "Look what the cat dragged in."
Woozi smirked, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in every inch of her. "You know I'm more of a dog person," he replied, his voice low and husky.
He reached out, his hand wrapping around her waist, pulling her close. She gasped, her body pressing against his, her hands gripping his shoulders.
"Is that so?" she murmured, her eyes locked onto his. "Well, I've always been more of a cat person myself."
Woozi chuckled, his hand moving to her ass, squeezing it firmly. "Is that right?" he growled, his voice laced with desire. "You like to play games, don't you?"
She bit her lip, her hips grinding against his. "Only when it comes to you," she whispered.
"You make me want to play dirty."
Woozi's cock twitched in response, pressing against her thigh. "Oh, baby," he growled, his hand moving from her ass to grip the hem of her dress. "I can play dirty too."
He pulled her dress up, revealing more of her smooth, tanned skin. She lifted her arms, allowing him to pull it off completely, leaving her naked and exposed. Her nipples were hard and aching, her pussy already wet and ready for him.
"Fuck, Woozi," she moaned as he cupped her breasts, his thumbs rubbing against her nipples.
He smirked, his hands moving to her ass, lifting her up onto the kitchen counter. She gasped, her hands gripping the edge, her legs wrapping around his waist. He could feel the heat of her pussy through his pants, and it took every ounce of self-control he had not to rip his clothes off and bury himself inside her right then and there.
"Patience, baby," he growled, his hands moving to the button of his pants. He undid it, along with the zipper, and pushed his pants down, freeing his hard cock. It sprang out, thick and ready, and she licked her lips at the sight of it.
Woozi chuckled, his fingers wrapping around his shaft, stroking himself slowly. "You like what you see, baby?"
She nodded, her eyes locked onto his. "Fuck, yes. I love your cock. It's so big and hard."
He smirked, his hand moving to her pussy, his fingers rubbing against her clit. "You're so fucking wet, baby. I can feel it coating my fingers."
She moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. Please, I need you inside me."
He growled, his fingers slipping inside her, stretching her.
She was so wet, so ready for him. He could feel her clenching around his fingers, her body begging for more. He pulled his fingers out, replacing them with the head of his cock. He rubbed it against her clit, coating it in her arousal before slowly pushing inside her.
"Fuck, Woozi," she moaned, her head falling back, her eyes fluttering shut. "You feel so good."
He smirked, his hands gripping her hips, holding her in place. "That's just the beginning, baby," he growled, his hips thrusting forward, his cock sliding deeper inside her.