You got back from work so tired that you didn’t have the will to do anything. You lay down on the couch and a few minutes later you were asleep.

You woke up with the sound of the door opening. You opened your eyes and saw your husband looking back at you.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah! Why?”

He touched your forehead putting his other hand on his own forehead to see your temperature.

“I don’t have a fever Jinki. I’m just super tired! Aren’t you back too early?” you asked yawning while he took his hand away. He said he had a lot of work today and was coming back home late.

“Do you know what time is it?”

You looked at your watch. It was already 11pm.

“Oh I slept so much. Oh no! Dinner! I didn’t made dinner!”

He smiled. You never skipped that task. You loved to cook for him. You even got cooking classes to learn how to make his favorite dishes. Seeing him eat what you prepared was one of your biggest pleasures.

“That’s ok honey. I can cook today!”

“No! No way!” you said getting up from the couch. He was a disaster near the kitchen. Who knows what would happen?!

“Or we can do it together!” he said going after you into the kitchen.

You agreed but the only task you gave to him was cutting vegetables.

You were so focused in your cooking that you didn’t even look at him to know how he was doing.

Suddenly you heard him cry. Oh no he probably cut himself. He was such a klutz.

You turned to him and hold his hands.

“Are you ok?” you asked worried.

He smirked and kissed your cheek.

“I’m fine! See?” He showed you his hands. “I was just joking!”

You glared at him. He really worried you.

“Don’t do that again!” you warned him.

He held you against the counter.

“Sorry! I just wanted you to notice me!” you looked at his eyes and once again you got lost on them. You loved him so much.

You grabbed his t-shirt and pulled him closer too you kissing him.

He hold you, his hands sneaking inside your clothes touching the skin of your back.

He moaned against your lips and your forgot everything about cooking.

“You know…” you said running a finger on his chest “I think I have another kind of hunger…”

He pulled you up sitting you in the kitchen counter. You opened your legs and used them to pull him to you.

You took off his t-shirt kissing his chest while he fought with the buttons of your pants.

Your hands run down his body until the budge in his pants groping him.

“Oh god…” he moaned taking off your t-shirt quickly and kissing you hard on the lips.

His wet lips come to your neck and shoulders and you looked up lost in the sensations.

That’s when you smelled something burning and looked at the stove.

“!” He looked at you confused when you pushed him, getting of the counter, your ed pants falling on your hips.

You walked to the stove pushing you pants up and looked at the pot.

“Oh no! it’s all burned!” You cried and turned off the stove.

He back hugged you, his hands traveling to your bra, caressing your s over the fabric.

“That’s ok! We can cook after.” He bite your shoulder lightly. “I want you now!”

You smiled and turned back to him. There was another ways to pleasure him besides food…