A quick preprandial shag

You smile and offer up the flowers, which she takes and smells, gushing with praise.

"Thank-you so much for these—I'd better put them in water. Please, come in and make yourself comfortable."

Your grin widens: this is going better than you could have hoped.

Closing the door behind you, Julia immediately heads to the kitchen sink to fill a vase with water. Following her, you approach from behind and rest one hand daringly on her alluring rump. She gives a slight moan, pressing her bum back against your palm, so you give it a little squeeze, causing her to catch her breath and groan louder. Unceremoniously, you pull up the skirt of her dress to reveal suspenders running across shapely buttocks displaying only the faintest signs of recent chastisement. She continues arranging the blooms without skipping a beat, pushing her arse out invitingly.

"Dinner will be a few minutes, if there's anything you want to do in the meantime, Jack."

Needing no further encouragement, you wrap one arm around her, pressing your crotch into her rear and kissing the side of her neck. She moans again, reaching behind and opening your fly to free your turgid member, then crabs her feet wider apart to give you more space. You slide your already-stiff prick to and fro along her sopping cleft, take a firm grip of Julia's thick mane and thrust deep within her, meeting almost no resistance.

The back stroke certainly meets resistance, though, her cunt gripping you like it doesn't want you to leave, then opening to welcome you back inside on the next thrust. Julia grunts as you start to pound her rhythmically, hands braced on the kitchen worktop, eyes closed, biting her lip in concentration, determined to maximize your pleasure. You wish you could see her face better and consider turning her round, but you don't want to leave her warmth for even a moment.

Speeding up, you feel your passion peaking even as your lover's moans and cries of ecstasy tell you she, too is nearing the culmination of your lust. You don't know how much longer you can last and ask the question breathlessly.

"Are you close?"

"Yes, Jack," she replies the same way, "but I can hold on. I promise I won't cum without permission."

"Good girl," you say, impressed and gratified by her selflessness. You continue to thrust with abandon until her silken sheath grips you like a vice, sending you over the edge, emptying yourself deep within her, before slumping down onto her back, spent. Her twat continues to milk you in spasms and you realize she's edging with you inside her.

"Thank-you, Jack," she whispers, turning her head to plant a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

You sigh and straighten up, pulling out. Julia immediately spins and kneels to take you in her mouth and complete her obeisance. When your now-flaccid rod slips from her red lips, she looks up at you, expressing her gratitude once again.