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I had gotten off work early. I usually left work early in the day, showing up equally early in the morning in an effort to beat the perpetually laborious traffic of rush hour, but this day I left extra early...I had plans.

I went home, pulling the ingredients out of the fridge that I had bought the previous night. I ran over my mental checklist one more time, insuring that I had gathered all the necessary ingredients. I filled a large pot with water, salting it to taste as I had done hundreds of times before. Living in Italy had taught me many things, one of which was that you cannot ever measure exactly, you have to taste what you are cooking if you want to get the spices right. I boiled the penne until they were still a bit dense in the center, I knew they would cook some more in the oven and didn't want them to over cook. There is nothing worse than pasta that falls apart when you stab it with your fork.

While the water boiled for the pasta, I fried the sausage in a skillet with some olive oil and mushrooms. I used only a small amount of finely diced onion as I knew she didn't like onions but I wanted the hint of flavor they give to be in the sauce. I sifted through the crushed tomatoes insuring that no stray skins snuck into my sauce, she didn't like that either. So many things to remember about her likes and dislikes, but I enjoyed the challenge of it all and didn't mind the extra work for she truly was something special.

I simmered the sausage in the sauce while the pasta cooked, adding some more ingredients to the sauce to give it that personal touch. When the pasta was semi-cooked as I wanted it, I mixed it and the sauce in a terra-cotta casserole dish that I had brought over from Italy when I had moved back a few years ago. Carried the thing in my carry-on luggage since I couldn't trust the airlines not to break it in the transport. Mixed in some cubed mozzarella cheese and a generous sprinkling of parmesian to give it that delightful bite that fresh parmesian has. I covered the dish in foil, loaded the car and headed to her house.

The car filled with the aroma of tomato sauce and sausage as I drove, making my stomach growl eagerly in anticipation of the meal. I ignored it as best I could, glancing over at the bottle of wine I had picked out for this occasion. I had spent days searching in stores for the perfect bottle. She wasn't typically a drinker but I wanted this night to be perfect. I hoped that this gesture (like everything I did for her) would make her feel special, give her even a fraction of the joy that she brought to my life. I had finally found a brand I knew from Italy at an obscure farmers market that would go well with the earthy tones of the meal.

Once at her house, I placed the still covered dish in the oven and set it low, knowing there was still an hour until she arrives home exhausted and stressed from work and the horrible 5pm traffic. I busied myself with clearing the table, placing the items neatly on the counter where she could find them, making sure the rest ended up in its designated spot. The floor was vacuumed and the shelves and knickknacks were dusted. The table was set with plates and silverware. Everything was starting to come together nicely. I glanced at my watch and realized she would be home shortly. I jumped in the shower and freshened up, noticing the smell of baked pasta as I re-entered the main living area of the house, clean and feeling good about myself.

She walked in the front door, greeting me with a smile. Her face took on an inquisitive look as she began to notice the smells and work that I had done for Her. In that moment, Dressed in the neat somewhat conservative outfit she had worn to work with the bright light from outside framing her from behind, a smile still on her lips and that look of recognition on her face, she was the most beautiful creature I had seen in my life. I felt an overpowering urge come over me.

I closed the distance between us, cupping her face in my hands and kissing her full on the lips, my desire for her in that instant too much for me to ignore. I press myself against Her, wrapping my arms around her and holding her to me, inhaling the faint smell of her perfume mixed with the smell of her skin and hair. I pull her around the couch into the dining area, turning her around and hugging her from behind as I nuzzle her neck, hearing her soft moan as my lips graze that sensitive spot in the hollow where the neck meets the collar bone. My lips and hands caress her skin as I let my desire be known without speaking a word. My hands travel along her sides, resting on her hips momentarily before finally coming around to caress that ass that I covet so much. I feel her push back against me as my hands work their way around her backside, caressing, kneading, touching her.

I kneel behind her, kissing my way down her back, hands tugging gently on her slacks. I slide the thin material off her hips and let it fall to the floor at her ankles, my attention focused on Her. I caress her warm skin, hearing her ask in that ironic and playful way she has "What are you doing?". "Worshiping you and the ground You walk on, as always" I answered, returning my lips to her sweet skin. I could taste the salt on her skin, feel the heat of her body on my lips, smell the pasta cooking in the kitchen, overloading my senses in such a wonderful way.

I push gently on her back and she leans over the back of the couch, making her ass a much easier target for my attentions. I press my face to it, loving the feel of my tongue on her skin as I trailed it along a cheek towards her inner thigh. I grin, seeing her pussy from behind like that, covered in the flimsy lace panties, almost as if it were trying to peek out at me from behind a veil. I run my flat tongue across her panties, letting her feel the pressure and heat through the thin material. I lick the material repeatedly, wetting it with my saliva, warming the wet cloth with my breath and tongue on each pass. I get bold, slipping the tip of my tongue under the edge of her panties, letting it trail along the edge of her labia in a slow and deliberate stroke. She shudders and doesn't resist as I pull her panties down over her hips, letting them rest on her slacks.

My lips again seek out what they desire and press themselves as if of their own accord to her clit, kissing it gently moments before my tongue snakes out and flicks across it. My face presses into her as my tongue begins to work its way around her pussy, tasting and licking all over, playing over her skin like a butterfly plays across a field of wildflowers. I moan now as the taste of her now excited pussy combined with her soft vocalizations give me an instant erection. I stand, loosing my pants as I do so, letting them fall where they may. I penetrate her from behind, adding my own sigh of pleasure to hers as my cock slips into the wet warmth of her vagina.

My hands grab hold of her hips and pull her back against me. The motion is almost not needed as she pushes herself onto me, bumping her ass on my stomach. The feel of her enveloping my rigid cock sends shivers up my spine adding to the pleasure of the moment. My excitement grows quickly as the pace increases, feeling her soft backside bouncing on my skin, the warm sides of her cunt massaging my cock, her labia gripping it as it slides in and out of her. I can barely contain myself, cumming hard without so much as a warning that it was time, adding more warmth to her already heated vagina.

My cock slips in and out of her now slippery cunt, losing its erection almost as fast as it came. I smirk, thinking about the curse which has been put on males that makes them so inadequate once they have achieved orgasm, shriveling their once proud cocks into soft useless shafts of floppy flesh. I pull out, not too worried about her pleasure as my lips haven't had their fill yet. I kneel again, pressing my tongue between her labia. I can taste the difference now, my cum mixing with her dripping pussy on my tongue. I lick what I can from her lips, diving my tongue deep into her, savoring each new taste of our love making. Finally I set my tongue in motion, licking in and out across her lips. I keep it dry, using the taste buds on the surface of my tongue to give her a more coarse feel as I slide it rapidly back and forth across her clit. Her moans and sighs begin coming more frequently now, her orgasm is close. I can barely breathe, my face pushed into her so hard it cuts off my oxygen. I stop for a second to catch my breath, breathing heavily for a few seconds before diving back in. Her moans have quieted, the brief pause having made the pleasure stop. I slowly lick up the cleft of her pussy, using the tip of my tongue to circle and play with her pouting labia. I send my tongue back inside, tasting more of her excitement and moaning at the sweetness of it on my tongue.

I again press my face close, making my tongue move against her clit, quickly stimulating the nerves that are huddled there. I can hear her voice getting louder and louder. I hold my breath and continue licking furiously. Stopping now for another breath of air would bring her back down, and I want her to cum for me now. My tongue presses harder against her, rubbing her clit between it and her pelvic bone. She gasps and presses herself back against my face. I press face into her even more, the lack of oxygen causing my head to spin, but my tongue keeps working, bringing that orgasm to a tremendous climax. Her body shudders and I smile, lapping and swallowing her orgasm as it drips from her lips.

I lead her into the bathroom and help her shower, cleaning the sweat and cum from her body as delicately as I can muster. Washing her body as if it were the most precious thing in the world, and to me it is. She is my Queen, and I will do anything within my power to insure she is pampered. I help her into a Japanese Kimono and lead her into the dining room to partake of the delicious meal I have prepared. I smile again, and hug her, letting her know just how happy she makes me.