The moment Jack pushed open the kitchen door, the hinges creaked softly. He strode in, his athletic frame moving with a confident swagger. Scanning the room, he quickly found what he hoped to see. Mia stood by the counter, her back to him, her long auburn curls cascading down her back like a waterfall of fire.

She was leaning slightly forward, one hand resting on the edge of the counter, the other idly tapping the toaster. The low-cut white tank top she wore clung to her curves, and a pair of lace panties peeked out just above the waistband of her sporty shorts. The scent of her vanilla body lotion hung in the air, warm and inviting.

"Morning," Jack said, his voice low and smooth. He stepped closer, his eyes trailing over her figure.

Mia glanced over her shoulder, her blue eyes meeting his. A small, knowing smile played on her lips. "Morning. Toast is taking forever."

"Good things come to those who wait." He moved behind her, his chest brushing against her back as he leaned over her shoulder to peer at the toaster. His breath ghosted over her neck, and he caught the faintest shiver that ran through her.

The toaster clicked, and the bread popped up, golden and crisp. Mia reached for it, her arm brushing against his as she did. She took her time, her movements deliberate, as she placed the toast on a plate. Jack didn't move; his body was still pressed close, and his hands rested on the counter on either side of her.

Mia turned slightly, her hip bumping against his thigh. She looked up at him through her lashes, her smile turning mischievous. "You're in my way."

"Am I?" He raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a grin. "Seems like you could move me if you wanted to."

She didn't answer, but her body did. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, she began to sway her hips, her butt brushing against his groin. It was subtle at first, a gentle tease, but it didn't take long for her movements to become more deliberate.

"Oh, you're a tease," Jack whispered, his voice heavy with desire.

Mia's smile grew, and she continued to move against him, the friction between them building.

The butter knife trembled slightly in Mia's hand, the soft scrape of metal against toast the only sound breaking the silence. She didn't need to turn around to feel Jack's presence, his breath warm against her neck, his body pressing into hers with an intensity that made her knees weak. She spread the butter with deliberate slowness, her fingers tightening around the knife as his lips traced a path along the curve of her shoulder.

"You're distracting me," she said, her voice breathy, though she made no move to pull away.

Jack chuckled, the sound low and deep vibrating through her. His hand slid around her waist, his fingers splaying across her stomach as he pulled her closer. The heat of his body against hers was electric, and Mia felt her resolve waver.

Jack's fingers traced the delicate curve of Mia's neck, his touch light but deliberate. He paused at the base of her throat, feeling the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath his fingertips. His lips followed the path his fingers had taken, pressing warm, lingering kisses along her neck. Each kiss sent a shiver through her, and he could feel the way her body leaned into his as if she couldn't resist the pull between them.

His hand slid lower, brushing over the curve of her hip before settling between her legs. He pressed his palm against her, the fabric of her shorts felt almost as soft as her skin. Mia's breath hitched, a soft gasp escaping her lips as his fingers began to move in slow, deliberate circles. He could feel her heat even through the thin barrier, and it only fueled the fire burning inside him.

Without hesitation, Jack slipped his hand beneath the waistband, his fingers finding her slick and ready. He teased her, his touch light at first, just enough to make her squirm. Her hips moved against his hand, seeking more, and he obliged, his fingers sliding deeper, exploring her with a practiced ease.

"Is this what you wanted?" Jack whispered, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her body.

Mia nodded, unable to find words through the haze of desire clouding her mind. Her head tilted back against his shoulder, as her breath came in short, uneven gasps. Her hands gripped the edge of the counter, her knuckles white as she pushed herself against him, eager for more contact. Jack complied immediately, his fingers sliding up and down the folds of her sex, teasing her swollen clitoris.

With each stroke, Mia grew wetter, her arousal coating Jack's hand as he explored her perfect pussy.

Her breath hitched as Jack's fingers moved with purpose, teasing her slick folds with a rhythm that made her knees buckle. Her hips rolled against his hand, each motion desperate and hungry. The counter pressed into her palms as she gripped it for balance, her body trembling with the force of her need. Her back arched, her head falling back against Jack's shoulder as a low moan escaped her lips. She was so close, so achingly close, her body coiled tight like a spring ready to snap.

But then, without warning, Jack pulled his hand away. The warmth of his touch vanished, leaving her cold and empty. Mia's eyes shot open, her body freezing mid-motion. A soft whimper slipped past her lips, her chest heaving as she turned to look at him. Her blue eyes were wide, pleading, her pupils blown with desire. "Heyy…" Her voice was a broken whisper, the unspoken question hanging between them.

Jack's lips curved into a smirk, his blue eyes gleaming with mischief. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear.

"Not yet." His voice was low, teasing, and it sent a shiver down her spine.

Jack's breathing quickened as he freed his manhood from his pants, the sight of Mia's luscious curves enticing him beyond measure. With a low whisper in her ear, he said, "I want you now," causing Mia to shudder with anticipation. She knew what was coming and couldn't help but yearn for it, the fact he just denied her her release only added to the excitement.

Jack pressed his cock against Mia's ass, the heat of him searing through the thin fabric of her shorts. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her skin as he pulled her back against him. The hardness of his length pressed into her, and she could feel the urgency in his touch, the way his body trembled with restraint.

"Are you sure about this, old man?" Mia's voice was a breathy tease, her tone laced with a mix of innocence and defiance. She glanced over her shoulder, her blue eyes catching his, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. Her hips shifted slightly, pressing back against him, testing his resolve.

Jack didn't answer with words. Instead, his hands moved to the waistband of her shorts and panties, his fingers hooking into the material. In one swift motion, he tugged them down over the curve of her ass, exposing her to the cool air of the kitchen. Mia let out a soft gasp, her body instinctively arching as the fabric was far enough down to expose her fully.

Her bare skin glowed in the sunlight streaming through the window, her ass round and inviting. Jack's breath hitched as his eyes raked over her, taking in every detail. His cock throbbed, the tip already slick with pre-cum as he pressed it against her wet pussy. The sensation was electric, her warmth enveloping him even before he entered her.

Mia's hands gripped the edge of the counter tighter, her nails digging crescents into the wood. She could feel the blunt pressure of him against her entrance, the anticipation coiling deep in her stomach. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her body already trembling with need. Jack didn't rush. He teased her, the tip of his cock sliding through her folds, coating himself in her wetness.

She bit down on her lower lip to stifle a moan, her hips rocking back against him, seeking more friction. But Jack held back, his hands gripping her hips to keep her in place. He continued to tease her, the tip of his cock brushing against her clit before sliding back down to her entrance. Each stroke was deliberate and maddening, and Mia's frustration built with every passing second.

"Jack," she whined, her voice breaking on his name. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with the need for more. She pushed back against him, but his grip on her hips was firm.

He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his lips brushing against her ear. "Patience," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. His cock slid through her folds once more, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through her.

Mia's nails scraped against the counter, her body trembling with the effort to stay still. She could feel him, so close, yet not giving her what she desperately wanted. Her breath came in short, uneven gasps, her chest rising and plunging.

Jack's lips curved into a smirk as he watched her, the way her body responded to him, the way she squirmed in his grip. He loved this, the control, the power he had over her in this moment. But he couldn't hold back much longer. His cock ached, the need to be inside her overwhelming.

He pressed against her entrance again, the tip of his cock teasing her. Mia's fingers tightened their grip on the counter, her knuckles white from the strain. She took a deep breath, her body trembling beneath him, and it was at that moment Jack finally gave in.

"You'll be the death of me," he muttered, his voice rough with desire. His words were low, almost a growl.

With that confession, Jack slowly pushed forward, watching in awe as the resistance melted away, leaving him buried deep inside her 18-year-old tightness. Mia's eyes fluttered closed, her lips parting with a soft moan of pleasure as she adjusted to his size and thickness.

Mia gasped as Jack invaded her, she instinctively rose onto her tiptoes, her back arching as she tried to evade the overwhelming sensation. Her breath hitched, her fingers gripping the edge of the counter for balance.

"Oh… Uhh," she panted, feeling the fullness of Jack's cock stretching her sex, sending shivers of delight through her body.

Her hips shifted slightly, adjusting to the stretch, her body still tense as she tried to accommodate him.

Jack's lips curved into a slow, satisfied smile. He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his breath hot against her ear. "You're so tight," he murmured, his voice low and rough. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her skin as he held her in place. He didn't move yet, letting her adjust to the feel of him, savoring the way her body clenched around him.

Mia's breath hitched, her body trembling beneath him. She pushed back against him, her hips rocking slightly, seeking more friction. "Move," she whispered, her voice breaking on the word.

Jack obliged, pulling back slowly before pushing forward again. The sensation was electric, her warmth enveloping him, her body responding to every thrust. He set a slow, deliberate pace, his hands gripping her hips to keep her steady. Each movement was calculated, drawing out the pleasure for both of them.

Mia's nails scraped against the counter, her body trembling with the effort to stay still. Her breath came in short, uneven gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could feel him, every inch of him, and it was overwhelming. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with the need for more.

"Faster," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. Her hips rocked back against him, urging him on.

Jack didn't need to be told twice. His hands tightened on her hips, his movements becoming more urgent. He thrust into her with increasing speed, the sound of skin against skin filling the kitchen. His breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling with the effort to keep up the pace.

Mia's body responded to every thrust, her hips meeting his with equal urgency. Her breath hitched, her moans growing louder with each movement. She could feel the tension building inside her, coiling tighter and tighter with every thrust. Her fingers tightened their grip on the counter, her body trembling with the force of her need.

"I'm close," she gasped, her voice breaking on the words. Her body tensed, her back arching as she pushed herself against him, seeking more friction.

Jack's movements became more erratic, his thrusts harder and faster. He could feel her body tightening around him, her pleasure building to its peak. His own release was close, the pressure building in his lower abdomen, but he held on, determined to bring her over the edge first.

Mia shuddered violently as the orgasm tore through her, her muscles clenching around Jack's throbbing cock. She leaned against him for support as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

"Oh god," she moaned, her body still trembling uncontrollably in the aftermath of her climax. "I need a moment."

Jack held Mia close, his own satisfaction building with each contraction of her inner muscles. He knew he was close to spilling his seed inside her, but he also respected her request for a pause. With great effort, he managed to control himself, slowly withdrawing from her warmth.

As Jack slid out of Mia's body, she quickly reached down and adjusted her shorts back into place. She straightened her tank top, the fabric clinging to her skin with a faint sheen of sweat. Her lips curved into a smile as she turned to face him, her blue eyes glinting with amusement.

"Hey, I'm not done with you," Jack protested, his voice rough with frustration. His hands reached for her, but she sidestepped him with a laugh, her bare feet padding across the cool kitchen floor.

"Nah, you can do that yourself," she said with a wink, a playful challenge in her tone. She plucked a piece of toast from the counter, the golden surface glistening with butter. She took a bite, her teeth sinking into the crispy bread with a satisfying crunch. With her free hand, she grabbed her coffee mug, the steam rising in delicate swirls as she carried it to the chair on the other side of the counter.

Jack stood there for a moment, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. His cock still stood at full attention, throbbing with the need for release. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, his blue eyes narrowing as he watched her settle into the chair. She crossed her legs, the movement slow and teasing, her bare foot swinging lazily in the air.

"You're really going to leave me like this?" he asked, his voice low and incredulous. He stepped toward the counter, his hands gripping the edge as he leaned forward, his gaze locked on hers. His muscles were taut, his body still humming with energy.

Mia took a sip of her coffee, her lips curling into a satisfied smile as she set the mug down. She leaned back in the chair, her posture relaxed, her expression unapologetic. "You're a big boy. I'm sure you can handle it." Her tone was light, teasing, and it only made Jack's frustration grow.

He stared at her, his jaw tightening as he tried to process her audacity. She met his gaze without flinching, her blue eyes sparkling with amusement. The sight of her sitting there, so calm and composed, while he was left hanging, was maddening. He could feel the heat of his arousal pulsing through him, demanding relief, but she just sat there, nibbling on her toast as if nothing had happened.

"Come on, Mia," he said, his voice softening, almost pleading. He stepped around the counter, moving closer to her, his hands reaching out in a silent appeal. "Don't be cruel."

Mia tilted her head, her auburn curls cascading over her shoulder as she regarded him with a playful smirk. "Cruel? I think I've been more than generous this morning." She took another bite of her toast, chewing slowly as if to punctuate her words.

Jack's eyes dropped to her lips, watching the way they moved as she ate. His own lips parted, a low groan escaping him as he grappled with the tension building inside him. He took another step closer, his hands hovering just above her thighs, but she held up a hand, stopping him in his tracks.

"Nuh-uh," she said, her tone firm but still teasing. "You're going to have to take care of this one yourself." She gestured toward him with her toast, her expression one of mock innocence.

Jack stood there for a moment, his jaw hanging slightly in disbelief at Mia's assertiveness. He couldn't help but admire her confidence, even as he felt a pang of disappointment at not being able to find release inside her. However, the thrill of their 10 o'clock fuck was still strong, and he found himself smiling back at her.

"As you wish," he said with feigned submission, trying to match her playful demeanor. The corner of his lips curled into a smirk as he pulled his pants up.

"But I will get you back on that, missy."

Mia laughed softly at Jack's response, the sound melodic and infectious. She took another sip of her coffee, savoring the warm liquid as it slid down her throat, providing a comforting contrast to the wild passion they had just experienced in the kitchen.

Five minutes later, Mia sat at the counter, looking through her phone, still smiling to herself, thinking about what they just did.

Jack stood at the refrigerator, scanning its contents as he searched for something to satisfy his hunger after their 'little dance.' He was still slightly aroused from their tryst, and the feeling lingered in his loins like an unquenchable thirst.

Just as Jack was about to select something from the fridge, the sound of footsteps approached, and Janine entered the kitchen. Mia's eyes widened with surprise as she greeted her mother with a bright smile. "Good morning, Mom."

Janine returned the greeting, her gaze immediately fixed on Jack.

Her athletic build was evident in the form-fitting jeans and sexy but elegant blouse she wore. Her green eyes sparkled with warmth as they met Jack's, a knowing glint in their depths.

Jack greeted his girlfriend with a warm smile, his eyes twinkling as he asked her why she was back from work so early.

"I forgot something," she replied casually, her tone implying there was more to the story. Jack couldn't help but notice the tension in her posture and the way she hesitated before answering.

Jack moved towards Janine, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close for a hug. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, inhaling deeply as he took in her scent - a mix of lavender shampoo and something warm and comforting that was distinctly hers. When he pulled back, their gazes met, and he saw curiosity dancing in her green eyes.

"Everything okay?" Jack asked, concern lacing his voice as he studied her face. Janine nodded slowly, but it wasn't quite a convincing denial. He could see the worry lines etched around her mouth and the way her brow was furrowed ever so slightly. Before he could press any further, she changed the subject, her voice taking on a playful tone.

"Are you hard?" Janine whispered with a grin, looking into his eyes. He felt his face flush with embarrassment, but couldn't help but laugh along with her. It was true - after their morning tryst in the kitchen, he had yet to fully recover from the excitement of being inside her daughter.

"I guess I can't help it," Jack responded, trying to play it off as a joke.

"You dirty old man!" Janine said almost not whispering anymore. She reached between them and gently squeezed his package, sending a jolt of desire through him.

"You are doing this to me, you have that spell over me," Jack whispered into Janine's ear, his lips brushing her earlobe ever so slightly, making her shudder. His breath was warm, his voice low and gravelly, carrying a weight of desire. His hands lingered on her waist, fingers pressing into the soft fabric of her blouse, pulling her closer.

Janine's lips curled into a sly smile, her green eyes glinting with lust. She glanced up at him, her expression playful yet knowing.

"Well, we should do something about that then," she said, her voice dripping with suggestion. Without waiting for a response, she grabbed Jack's hand, her fingers intertwining with his, and began leading him out of the kitchen.

Jack followed willingly, his steps quickening to match hers. His heart pounded in his chest, the anticipation building with every step. He couldn't help but glance back at Mia, who was still seated at the counter, her phone in hand. Her blue eyes met his, and she gave him a small, knowing smile, her lips quirking up at the corners.

At the doorframe, Janine turned around, her grip on Jack's hand tightening slightly. "See you tonight, sweety," she called out to Mia, her voice warm and affectionate. Her gaze lingered on her daughter for a moment, her expression softening before she turned her attention back to Jack.

Jack gave Mia a telling wink, his blue eyes sparkling. His lips curved into a sly grin, the kind that hinted at secrets shared and promises yet to be fulfilled. Mia's smile widened in response, her cheeks flushing slightly as she held his gaze for a moment longer before looking back down at her phone.

Janine tugged on Jack's hand, pulling him out of the kitchen and down the hallway.

Mia relaxed into her chair, the warmth of the coffee cup seeping into her hands. Her eyes flicked to the empty doorway where Jack and her mom had vanished moments ago. A knowing smile tugged at her lips, and she shook her head softly, amused by the vivid mental picture of her mother picking up right where she had left off.