Free LOVED by Scott Hildreth

kitchen. Her gr ace was amazing when she walked. It was as if she had been trained to do so. Watching her made me want to just…
    Watch her.
    “You know what I like about living here?” she screamed from the laundry room.
    “What’s that?” I asked as I walked into the kitchen.
    “I like that I can just walk around naked. It’s fun,” she answered through the laundry room door.
    “Oh, I didn’t know you were coming in here, you scared me,” she said as I leaned in the doorway.
    She twisted the dial and pulled it out. The washing machine started running.
    I reached over her shoulders and gripped her neck in my hand. As I pulled her close, I leaned toward her and kissed her lips lightly. I continued to kiss her lips and chin, eventually moving my way down to her neck.
    As I kissed her neck, she moaned. With my left hand, I felt along the length of her back and onto her ass. I squeezed her butt cheek in my hands as I licked and kissed her collar bone.
    She continued to moan as I kissed her. I pressed her against the washing machine and moved my way to her breasts, sucking them lightly and kissing her now swollen nipples. As I squeezed her breasts with my left hand, I moved my mouth back to hers. Our lips touching lightly, I licked her upper lip with the tip of my tongue.
    Squeezing her neck in my hand, we continued to kiss.
    I closed my eyes and got lost in kissing her.
    The washing machine clicked.
    It started to sha ke as the cycle changed to spin.
    As it began to gain speed, it started to vibrate aggressively.
    And shake from side to side.
    “It’s not balanced, your load isn’t balanced. What all did you put in there?” I asked as I looked up and toward the top of the machine.
    “Chuck’s” she said, standi ng between the machine and I.
    “That’s it?” I asked as I leaned forward and opened the lid of the machine.
    “What in the fuck, baby girl? How many pairs are in there?” I asked.
    The machine looked like a rainbow of canvas and white rubber soles.
    “Eleven,” she responded as she tried to pull the lid closed.
    ‘They’re not balanced,” I said as I pushed the lid all the way open and released it from my grasp.
    The machine began to slow down. I nudged my way beside her and looked inside at the mess of shoes.
    She reached over the machine and slammed the lid closed.
    The washer began to gain speed and shake violently. She placed her hands on the machine and boosted herself onto it. She wiggled into place and sat there shaking as the machine gained speed. Her breasts jiggled up and down as the machine rotated her eleven pair of unbalanced canvas sneakers.
    I shook my head.
    Any man on this earth that thought for one moment that Kelli wasn’t absolutely the cutest woman on earth would be a damned fool.  Her being submissive in no way, shape, or form made her weak. She was a strong woman, full of life, and was willing to take risks to get what she felt that she wanted. As she had become more comfortable with the fact that I wasn’t going to leave her, she had opened up.
    And I loved who she was.
    My baby girl.
    “That’s it,” I snarled in as angry of a tone as I could manage.
    I reached in her direction.
    “What?” she asked as she raised her eyebrows slowly.
    “You’re going to fuck up the machine. It’s brand new. Get down,” I demanded, trying to keep from smiling.
    “No,” she said, her breasts jiggling as the machine shook.
    “Get down. Now,” I demanded, my hands now on each side of her waist.
    She shook her head from side to side, reached up slowly, and began to roll her nipples between her fingers and her thumbs.
    I pursed my lips.
    “Off, now,” I scrunched my brow.
    She shook her head and rolled her nipples in between her thumbs and index fingers. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back and shook it from side to side lightly and moaned. Her string straight black hair fell down onto the machine.
    “That’s it, you little fucker,” I barked as I pulled her