Kitchen smut!
Written especially for all my fellow Kandy smutters who squee'd just as much as I did at the OC finale! ;-)
Kirsten was filling the dishwasher when Sandy arrived home, a sly grin on his face and a bunch of flowers in his hands. He crept up behind her, his arm curling around her tiny frame and presenting the flowers to her.
“Oh,” Kirsten gasped in surprise.
“A little something just cos I love you,” Sandy said, kissing her hair.
“Uh oh. Flowers usually means bad news,” Kirsten said nervously.
“Oh, yee of little faith,” Sandy responded. “No, I spoke to the D.A., came clean about the accident and, since we’re not going to press charges, the whole thing will blow over.”
Kirsten smiled at the flowers, pushing herself away from the kitchen worktop to search for a vase. “And then it’s back to the Newport Group, business as usual?”
“Well, how about not?”
Kirsten looked up surprised.
“I went past my old office. The place looked worse than ever; the guy in there was beaten down, exhausted…oh, it was a thing of beauty,” Sandy gushed.
Kirsten smiled, reading his mind. “You want to go back.”
Sandy shrugged, suddenly turning his attention to the quiet house. “Where are the kids?”
“At some party. And then Ryan’s taking Marissa to the airport,” Kirsten answered.
“Oh, so this is what it’ll be like all next year,” Sandy mused, his eyes sweeping over his wife and his hand reaching out to stroke the hint of skin that was exposed between her jeans and her top. “An empty nest.”
He felt the familiar cravings sweeping through his body. They had, once again, got their relationship back on track, but, physically, they had yet to get back what they once had. Staring at his wife in front of him, Sandy had only one thing on his mind. And Kirsten knew exactly what that was.
She smiled, stepping towards him. “And what does one do in an empty nest?”
Sandy’s face lit up. “Oh, I have a few ideas.”
Kirsten laughed. They moved towards each other, their lips meeting. Kirsten wrapped her arms around his neck, while Sandy’s hands caressed her back. Kirsten felt his knees bend and they dropped slowly to the floor, falling on bended knees. Kirsten giggled through their kiss, waiting for Sandy to stop misbehaving but his kiss only became deeper and his grip stronger.
He pulled her body tightly against his own. His lips started to attack her neck as his hands pulled at her top. Kirsten sighed, under his control as he stripped her to her bra. Her hands wavering above her head, she crashed against his lips as soon as she could, her hands dropping to his head where she raked her fingers through his hair. Sandy’s hands ran over her smooth back, down over her ass and he pulled her groin towards his own. Kirsten’s fingers gripped his hair tightly, moaning into his mouth. Desire took over as she started to fight with his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders and letting it drop to the floor in a heap. Their lips meshed together as Kirsten started to untangle his tie, sliding it from around his neck.
They parted only momentarily to catch their breath, staring deep into each other’s eyes. Sandy pulled her close again and Kirsten felt a shiver run down her body. Sandy felt her shaking in his arms and it increased his desire, loving how he could still turn her on so easily. His head dropped to her shoulder where he started licking, biting, nibbling. Kirsten moaned loudly, knowing they were alone. She caught his earlobe in her teeth and tugged on it, digging her nails into his back.
Sandy pushed her backwards so that she lay on the kitchen floor, holding himself above her and lowering his head to kiss her again. Kirsten cupped her hands around his face, pulling him towards her hungrily. Their tongues danced, their teeth crashing against each other as their kiss grew more and more passionate. Kirsten ran her hands down Sandy’s chest, her fingers attacking the buttons of his shirt. Distracted by his kiss, she eventually gave up trying to unbutton them and ripped at his shirt, not caring as the buttons flew off onto the kitchen floor. Her hands immediately grasped for his naked body, running her fingertips through the hairs on his chest. She pushed his shirt off his body, where it joined his other abandoned clothes.
Sandy dropped his body lightly onto hers, grinding gently on top of her. Kirsten could feel his cock starting to harden through his trousers. She lifted her legs, gripping his hips with her leg, his groin pushing down on her so that she could already feel the wetness soaking through her knickers. Kirsten moaned again, tipping her head backwards slightly. Sandy started to kiss her neck, down towards her chest. He could taste the light scent of her perfume. His hands dropped to the top of her jeans, his hands working deftly to loosen the buckle of her belt. He slipped his hand under her body, pulling her jeans down and removing her boots, leaving Kirsten in only her underwear. She shivered again as her body hit the cold kitchen floor, warmed only by the heat from Sandy’s mouth as he continued his journey down her body.
Kirsten closed her eyes as his lips attacked her flesh. He slid the straps of her bra from her shoulders, reaching his hand underneath her to unclip it. He flung it ceremoniously across the kitchen and Kirsten giggled. He dropped a kiss on her nose and lightly on her lips, before working his way back down to her breasts. Kirsten lifted her legs again, wrapping them around Sandy’s waist and crossing her ankles, trapping him against her body. His mouth reached the space between her breasts and he wrapped his lips around first her right nipple then her left - sucking each one hard. Kirsten body trembled beneath him as she moaned, arching her back and pushing her breast towards him, urging him not to stop.
“Sandy…please,” escaped from her mouth, pleading him to continue.
Sandy complied willingly, lingering at each nipple as he licked the hard mound with the tip of his tongue before sinking his lips around it. Kirsten ran her hands through his hair and down his back as far as she could reach, scratching him with her nails. Impatiently, she tugged at his hair, dragging his face back up to meet hers and embracing him in a deep kiss as her hands reached for his trousers, determined to rid him of them. She did so quickly, pulling his underwear down with them. Sandy kicked off his shoes leaving him completely naked.
His erect penis hovered over her, tantalising her. Kirsten’s eyes flared with passion, reaching down and running her hand up and down his shaft. She steered him towards her wet knickers, explaining silently what she wanted. Sandy cupped his hand over her sex, feeling her wetness through her knickers. He rubbed his hand over the cotton before grabbing them and swiftly pulling them off. The elastic snapped against her thighs and she gasped. Sandy simply grinned. His hand entered her sex, rubbing her clitoris with his thumb as his fingers entered her. She was wet and it turned him on. Kirsten arched her back again, pushing herself against his hand.
Sandy took his hand away and replaced it with his cock, teasing her as he nudged against her opening before entering her fully. Kirsten let out a huge sigh he pushed deep inside of her. They rocked together, their lips crashing together messily once again. Kirsten’s teeth bit at his lips, his jaw line, his neck - hungry. Their rhythm quickened. Kirsten felt the small of her back knocking against the hard floor. She lifted her hips and felt Sandy push deeper inside of her.
Sandy felt her walls tightening around his penis. He pushed faster and faster, spurring on the moment of pleasure that was building up inside of him. He exploded inside of her, crying out her name as he came. Kirsten came simultaneously, her screams matching his.
Wearily, Sandy dropped his head to her shoulder, leaving a kiss. Kirsten smiled and wrapped her arms around his body, hugging his naked torso against her own.
“I love you,” Sandy murmured in her ear.
“I love you too,” Kirsten said softly.
Sandy lifted his head and smiled down at her, dropping his lips to hers and kissing her passionately.
“Maybe we should go somewhere a little more…private,” Sandy suggested.
Kirsten nodded. “I need to shower.”
“Shower?” Sandy raised his thick eyebrows.
“Rosa hasn’t cleaned the kitchen floor yet this week,” Kirsten explained.
Sandy stared at her for a moment, shaking his head in disbelief that she could be thinking about Rosa at this particular moment in time. Kirsten shrugged innocently, before bursting into giggles.
Sandy lifted himself to his feet, pulling Kirsten up next to him. They surveyed the mess of clothes that surrounded them. Kirsten started to scoop them up but Sandy stopped her, wrapping his arm around her waist and twisting her so that he could lift her into his arms. Kirsten squealed in delighted surprise.
“Want some company in the shower?” Sandy asked.
Kirsten smiled. “Always.”
Kirsten was filling the dishwasher when Sandy arrived home, a sly grin on his face and a bunch of flowers in his hands. He crept up behind her, his arm curling around her tiny frame and presenting the flowers to her.
“Oh,” Kirsten gasped in surprise.
“A little something just cos I love you,” Sandy said, kissing her hair.
“Uh oh. Flowers usually means bad news,” Kirsten said nervously.
“Oh, yee of little faith,” Sandy responded. “No, I spoke to the D.A., came clean about the accident and, since we’re not going to press charges, the whole thing will blow over.”
Kirsten smiled at the flowers, pushing herself away from the kitchen worktop to search for a vase. “And then it’s back to the Newport Group, business as usual?”
“Well, how about not?”
Kirsten looked up surprised.
“I went past my old office. The place looked worse than ever; the guy in there was beaten down, exhausted…oh, it was a thing of beauty,” Sandy gushed.
Kirsten smiled, reading his mind. “You want to go back.”
Sandy shrugged, suddenly turning his attention to the quiet house. “Where are the kids?”
“At some party. And then Ryan’s taking Marissa to the airport,” Kirsten answered.
“Oh, so this is what it’ll be like all next year,” Sandy mused, his eyes sweeping over his wife and his hand reaching out to stroke the hint of skin that was exposed between her jeans and her top. “An empty nest.”
He felt the familiar cravings sweeping through his body. They had, once again, got their relationship back on track, but, physically, they had yet to get back what they once had. Staring at his wife in front of him, Sandy had only one thing on his mind. And Kirsten knew exactly what that was.
She smiled, stepping towards him. “And what does one do in an empty nest?”
Sandy’s face lit up. “Oh, I have a few ideas.”
Kirsten laughed. They moved towards each other, their lips meeting. Kirsten wrapped her arms around his neck, while Sandy’s hands caressed her back. Kirsten felt his knees bend and they dropped slowly to the floor, falling on bended knees. Kirsten giggled through their kiss, waiting for Sandy to stop misbehaving but his kiss only became deeper and his grip stronger.
He pulled her body tightly against his own. His lips started to attack her neck as his hands pulled at her top. Kirsten sighed, under his control as he stripped her to her bra. Her hands wavering above her head, she crashed against his lips as soon as she could, her hands dropping to his head where she raked her fingers through his hair. Sandy’s hands ran over her smooth back, down over her ass and he pulled her groin towards his own. Kirsten’s fingers gripped his hair tightly, moaning into his mouth. Desire took over as she started to fight with his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders and letting it drop to the floor in a heap. Their lips meshed together as Kirsten started to untangle his tie, sliding it from around his neck.
They parted only momentarily to catch their breath, staring deep into each other’s eyes. Sandy pulled her close again and Kirsten felt a shiver run down her body. Sandy felt her shaking in his arms and it increased his desire, loving how he could still turn her on so easily. His head dropped to her shoulder where he started licking, biting, nibbling. Kirsten moaned loudly, knowing they were alone. She caught his earlobe in her teeth and tugged on it, digging her nails into his back.
Sandy pushed her backwards so that she lay on the kitchen floor, holding himself above her and lowering his head to kiss her again. Kirsten cupped her hands around his face, pulling him towards her hungrily. Their tongues danced, their teeth crashing against each other as their kiss grew more and more passionate. Kirsten ran her hands down Sandy’s chest, her fingers attacking the buttons of his shirt. Distracted by his kiss, she eventually gave up trying to unbutton them and ripped at his shirt, not caring as the buttons flew off onto the kitchen floor. Her hands immediately grasped for his naked body, running her fingertips through the hairs on his chest. She pushed his shirt off his body, where it joined his other abandoned clothes.
Sandy dropped his body lightly onto hers, grinding gently on top of her. Kirsten could feel his cock starting to harden through his trousers. She lifted her legs, gripping his hips with her leg, his groin pushing down on her so that she could already feel the wetness soaking through her knickers. Kirsten moaned again, tipping her head backwards slightly. Sandy started to kiss her neck, down towards her chest. He could taste the light scent of her perfume. His hands dropped to the top of her jeans, his hands working deftly to loosen the buckle of her belt. He slipped his hand under her body, pulling her jeans down and removing her boots, leaving Kirsten in only her underwear. She shivered again as her body hit the cold kitchen floor, warmed only by the heat from Sandy’s mouth as he continued his journey down her body.
Kirsten closed her eyes as his lips attacked her flesh. He slid the straps of her bra from her shoulders, reaching his hand underneath her to unclip it. He flung it ceremoniously across the kitchen and Kirsten giggled. He dropped a kiss on her nose and lightly on her lips, before working his way back down to her breasts. Kirsten lifted her legs again, wrapping them around Sandy’s waist and crossing her ankles, trapping him against her body. His mouth reached the space between her breasts and he wrapped his lips around first her right nipple then her left - sucking each one hard. Kirsten body trembled beneath him as she moaned, arching her back and pushing her breast towards him, urging him not to stop.
“Sandy…please,” escaped from her mouth, pleading him to continue.
Sandy complied willingly, lingering at each nipple as he licked the hard mound with the tip of his tongue before sinking his lips around it. Kirsten ran her hands through his hair and down his back as far as she could reach, scratching him with her nails. Impatiently, she tugged at his hair, dragging his face back up to meet hers and embracing him in a deep kiss as her hands reached for his trousers, determined to rid him of them. She did so quickly, pulling his underwear down with them. Sandy kicked off his shoes leaving him completely naked.
His erect penis hovered over her, tantalising her. Kirsten’s eyes flared with passion, reaching down and running her hand up and down his shaft. She steered him towards her wet knickers, explaining silently what she wanted. Sandy cupped his hand over her sex, feeling her wetness through her knickers. He rubbed his hand over the cotton before grabbing them and swiftly pulling them off. The elastic snapped against her thighs and she gasped. Sandy simply grinned. His hand entered her sex, rubbing her clitoris with his thumb as his fingers entered her. She was wet and it turned him on. Kirsten arched her back again, pushing herself against his hand.
Sandy took his hand away and replaced it with his cock, teasing her as he nudged against her opening before entering her fully. Kirsten let out a huge sigh he pushed deep inside of her. They rocked together, their lips crashing together messily once again. Kirsten’s teeth bit at his lips, his jaw line, his neck - hungry. Their rhythm quickened. Kirsten felt the small of her back knocking against the hard floor. She lifted her hips and felt Sandy push deeper inside of her.
Sandy felt her walls tightening around his penis. He pushed faster and faster, spurring on the moment of pleasure that was building up inside of him. He exploded inside of her, crying out her name as he came. Kirsten came simultaneously, her screams matching his.
Wearily, Sandy dropped his head to her shoulder, leaving a kiss. Kirsten smiled and wrapped her arms around his body, hugging his naked torso against her own.
“I love you,” Sandy murmured in her ear.
“I love you too,” Kirsten said softly.
Sandy lifted his head and smiled down at her, dropping his lips to hers and kissing her passionately.
“Maybe we should go somewhere a little more…private,” Sandy suggested.
Kirsten nodded. “I need to shower.”
“Shower?” Sandy raised his thick eyebrows.
“Rosa hasn’t cleaned the kitchen floor yet this week,” Kirsten explained.
Sandy stared at her for a moment, shaking his head in disbelief that she could be thinking about Rosa at this particular moment in time. Kirsten shrugged innocently, before bursting into giggles.
Sandy lifted himself to his feet, pulling Kirsten up next to him. They surveyed the mess of clothes that surrounded them. Kirsten started to scoop them up but Sandy stopped her, wrapping his arm around her waist and twisting her so that he could lift her into his arms. Kirsten squealed in delighted surprise.
“Want some company in the shower?” Sandy asked.
Kirsten smiled. “Always.”