Lucy where you are " Kitty called out in the house"

"I'm in the kitchen, Kitty," Lucy responded, her voice a mix of anticipation and a hint of nervousness. She was standing by the counter, her brown hair tied back in a loose ponytail that revealed the curve of her neck and the line of her shoulder blades. She felt the warmth of the room on her skin, the gentle hum of the fridge, and the scent of roast chicken from dinner still lingering in the air. She knew what Kitty was looking for, and she was ready to give it to her, but the waiting was always the hardest part.

Kitty's blonde hair bounced as she strutted in, her blue eyes gleaming with excitement. She was dressed in her favorite black leather ensemble, the kind that made Lucy's heart race. "What are you doing, babe?" Kitty asked again, her tone playfully demanding. Her hands found Lucy's hips, and she pulled her in close. Lucy felt the firmness of Kitty's embrace, her breath warm and sweet against her ear.

Kitty leaned in, her teeth grazing Lucy's neck, sending a shiver down her spine. Lucy's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering shut as Kitty's lips danced along her collarbone. The sensation was both thrilling and overwhelming, a reminder of the power dynamics that existed between them. "Just preparing your favorite dessert," Lucy whispered, her voice trembling slightly. She could feel Kitty's smile against her skin as her dominant partner tightened her grip.

"And what might that be?" Kitty asked, her voice a purr that resonated through Lucy's body. Lucy felt a jolt of excitement, knowing she was about to be consumed in the way only Kitty knew how. She turned in Kitty's arms, her eyes meeting hers. "Me," she replied, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "You're always the best part of any meal."

Without a moment's hesitation, Kitty's mouth crushed against Lucy's, their tongues tangling in a passionate dance that spoke of their deep desire for one another. Lucy's body melted into the embrace, her hands finding purchase on Kitty's shoulders as the blonde's hands roamed over her curves. The kitchen counter pressed into Lucy's back, cold and unforgiving, as Kitty's grip grew more insistent. The scent of leather and the faint taste of mint filled her senses, driving her wild with need.

Kitty's touch grew more possessive, her hands cupping Lucy's breasts through her shirt, thumbs flicking over the hardened nipples. Lucy moaned into the kiss, arching her back, offering herself up to the touch that set her on fire. The room spun around them, and all Lucy could feel was the heat of Kitty's body, the demand of her hands, and the insatiable hunger that was building between them.

With a final, bruising kiss, Kitty stepped back, her eyes never leaving Lucy's. She reached out and traced a finger along Lucy's jawline before whispering in her ear, "Take your shorts and panties off, babe. I want you on the counter so I can eat my dessert." The words were a command, but they were spoken with a tenderness that sent a fresh wave of desire crashing through Lucy. She obeyed without hesitation, her hands fumbling with the button of her shorts as she stepped out of them, the fabric pooling at her ankles. She slid her panties down, revealing herself to Kitty's eager gaze.

Her heart pounded as she stepped onto the cold, marble countertop, the coolness of the stone a stark contrast to the heat building between her legs. Kitty stepped closer, her hands sliding up Lucy's thighs, parting them gently. Lucy's breath caught in her throat as Kitty's eyes traveled the length of her body, a smoldering fire in their depths. "So beautiful," Kitty murmured, her voice low and gruff with need. She leaned in, her breath hot against Lucy's skin as she placed feather-light kisses along her inner thighs. Lucy's legs trembled, her hands gripping the edge of the counter for support as Kitty's tongue traced patterns on her sensitive flesh.

Kitty's mouth found Lucy's center, her tongue swirling and teasing, tasting and exploring. Lucy's moans filled the kitchen, echoing off the tiles as she threw her head back. "Mmmm," Kitty hummed against her, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through Lucy's core. "So good," she whispered, the words a warm caress against her clit that had Lucy's hips bucking in response. The blonde's mouth was insatiable, her tongue delving deeper, stroking and lapping with a skill that left Lucy gasping for air.

"Kitty," Lucy breathed, her voice a plea. Kitty looked up at her, a wicked smile playing on her lips, and then she was back to her task, her mouth moving with a determination that was both thrilling and terrifying. Lucy's legs were trembling, her thighs quivering around Kitty's head as she tried to keep herself from falling apart. The pressure was building, a coil in her stomach that was tightening with every flick of Kitty's tongue.

"Mmmm," Kitty murmured again, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she paused for a moment to look up at Lucy. "You taste so sweet, babe." Her words were a whisper that sent a shiver down Lucy's spine. Kitty's thumbs gently parted her folds, and she took a deep breath, savoring the scent of Lucy's arousal. It was a moment that stretched out into an eternity, a promise of what was to come, and Lucy felt the beginnings of her orgasm coil tightly within her.

But then Kitty spoke again, her voice a siren's call that snapped Lucy back to the present. "Do you want me to stop, baby?" The question was loaded with a challenge, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. Lucy's eyes widened, and she bit her lower lip, trying to form a coherent response. The words felt trapped in her throat, a jumble of need and want.

"No," Lucy managed to gasp, her voice a strangled whisper that was barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing. "Don't stop. Please don't stop." Her eyes searched Kitty's, looking for confirmation, for the green light to let go of her inhibitions and allow herself to be swept away by the maelstrom of pleasure. Kitty's eyes narrowed slightly, the challenge in them morphing into something darker, more intense. She knew Lucy's limits and how to push them, and the idea of her submissive lover begging for more was an aphrodisiac that fueled her own desire.

With a low growl, Kitty leaned back in, her tongue pressing against Lucy's clit as she slipped two of her fingers into her, curling them upward in a way that made Lucy's eyes roll back in her head. The sensation was exquisite, a delicious mix of pleasure and pressure that had Lucy's hips rising to meet each thrust. She was wet and eager, and Kitty reveled in the slickness, her own arousal growing as she felt Lucy's muscles tighten around her fingers.

The kitchen was no longer a mundane space for cooking and cleaning; it had transformed into a playground of passion, a place where the only thing that mattered was the connection between them. The sounds of their breathing, the wetness of Kitty's mouth against Lucy's flesh, and the slap of skin on skin filled the air, creating a symphony of desire that seemed to resonate in every corner of the room. Lucy's moans grew louder, her body moving in rhythm with Kitty's touch, her breasts bouncing with each gasp and whine she couldn't hold back.

Kitty chuckled against Lucy's skin, her breath tickling the sensitive flesh around her clit. "Do you like that?" she asked, her voice thick with lust. She knew Lucy was close, her body tightening like a spring ready to snap. Without waiting for a response, she began to blow a series of rasberries against Lucy's pussy, the sensation strange and exhilarating. Lucy's eyes flew open, and she let out a surprised giggle that quickly turned into a moan as the vibrations sent a new kind of pleasure through her.

Her legs tightened around Kitty's shoulders, and she could feel the blonde's grin against her thigh as she continued her teasing ministrations. Lucy's hands clutched at the countertop, her knuckles turning white as she fought to stay upright. The feeling was so intense, so unexpected, that she wasn't sure she could handle it. But Kitty didn't relent, her breath hot and playful, driving Lucy closer and closer to the edge.

And then it happened. Lucy's orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her body arching off the counter as she screamed Kitty's name. The room spun around her, stars dancing in her vision as she shuddered through wave after wave of ecstasy. It was a release so powerful that it left her trembling, her legs weak and her vision swimming. She felt Kitty's mouth move away, her fingers slowly slipping from her, leaving her sensitive and raw.

Kitty's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she looked up at Lucy, a smug smile playing on her lips. She licked them clean, savoring the taste of her lover's pleasure. "You're mine," she murmured, her voice a velvet purr that sent a fresh shiver down Lucy's spine. "Always and forever." Lucy could only nod, her chest heaving with the effort to breathe, her heart racing in her ears.

"Did I satisfy you, baby?" Kitty asked, her voice a gentle caress as she reached up to stroke Lucy's cheek. The question hung in the air, filled with a hint of pride and a touch of concern. Lucy managed a shaky nod, her legs still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Good," Kitty whispered, her hand sliding down to cup Lucy's cheek. "Because I've only just begun."