How about starting with a hug and a kiss?

You walk quietly up behind Amber (you left your shoes at the door), set the cup down next to her, embrace her from behind—it’s no fault of yours, surely, if that just happens to put your hands right on her large, perfectly-shaped, perfectly-braless tits—kiss her neck, and murmur in her ear, “Hey, sexy girl, I’m home. I brought you coffee.”

She puts her hands behind your head to pull you close and turns her head to kiss you. Your kiss is languid, sensual, and inspiring; without conscious volition, your hands begin to move on Amber’s tits, caressing them all over and teasing her already-erect nipples through the thin, soft fabric of her beautifully tight T-shirt. Her eyes come all the way open and focus, and you realize that she was so lost in her reverie that she hadn’t quite realized you were actually there. She kisses you again and puts her hands over yours. One, she joins in fondling her tit; the other grasps your hand and moves it down to her wet panties. moans a little as you start twirling her nipple in your fingers, and says softly, breathily, “I was thinking about you.”

“I was thinking about you, too, sexy girl,” you answer quietly, noting the flash of pleasure at the endearment—a flash which turns into something deeper and stronger as you continue, “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Rob,” she whispers, and leans in to you to kiss you again. Your kiss is deep, slow, passionate, and almost unbearably intimate. You and Amber have crossed some internal Rubicon, and you’re kissing as lovers and partners in a new way. You break off and murmur, “I brought you coffee, but I’m thinking you want something else first.”

“Do you like my tight little college-girl pussy?” Amber asks coyly.

“You know I do, love,” you answer. She flushes; her flush deepens as you continue, “You have the prettiest, sexiest little pussy I’ve ever tasted.”

Amber turns in your embrace and hitches herself up on the counter. She bends down to slide off her panties and drops them on the floor. “I was daydreaming about your lips on mine.” She reaches down to spread her pink, glistening slit wide, making it perfectly clear what lips she means. “Eat me,” she asks softly.

“Your wish is my delight,” you say. She moves her hand back behind her to join the other one in propping her up; one of yours takes its place in holding her pretty pink flower open. You get down on your knees, lean in, and begin lightly stroking her twat with the tip of your nose, making her giggle. It’s clear from her scent and the amount of moisture you see that she’s hot, wet, horny, and close; this will not be a marathon session. You start licking gently around the edges of her box, then dive in further, tracing your tongue between her outer lips and inner lips. Amber writhes and moans under you as you tease her inner lips; at the top of your peripheral vision, you can see that she’s pulled up her shirt, exposing her full, soft breasts, and is pulling and twisting her nipples. You’ll have to help with that in a minute, you think, but not just yet.

You suck her inner pussy lips into your mouth, first one then the other, stroking them with your tongue and very lightly scraping them with your teeth, going front to back; then you plunge your tongue into her hot, tight opening. As you caress the inside of her cunt with your tongue, tracing the lowest ridge of her G-spot with its tip, you reach three fingers up to her clit and begin tracing circular patterns around it. Amber starts bucking against your face and going wild. “Like that, baby. Just like that . . . eat that fucking pussy . . . eat that fucking pussy . . . fuck me with that fucking tongue . . . rub my clit . . . ohh, lover, just like that . . .”

When you pull your tongue out of her cunt, Amber actually whines; but then you trace the length of her slit with your three fingers—one down the center, the other two outside, with her inner lips captured between them—and let two of them go down the rabbit hole while you fasten your lips on her clit. At the same time, you reach up with your other hand to her boobs. She grabs your hand, puts it on one of her breasts, and proceeds to use your hand to play with herself. You suckle greedily on her clit, tonguing it hard, and start rubbing her G-spot. Every muscle in her body seems to tense; she lets go of your hand on her tit, puts it on the back of your head, and shoves you so deep into her twat, you’ll have to breathe through your ears. You give her clit a nip and pinch her nipple hard; she throws back her head and howls, thrusting herself into you so hard, you’re afraid for a moment she’ll break your nose.

As her muscles unclench, she lets you go; you rub your nose, but she’s still too high to notice. You stand up and embrace her, and she rests her head on your shoulder. Soon she’s kissing your neck. You pull back a little and look her in the eyes, and she says, “Thank you, love. Welcome home.”