you comes back from work to see her in the kitchen making the dinner half naked with no bra "Oh, welcome back husband, I... I'm preparing the dinner, can you come here and help me? Please?

"I-I'm sorry husband, I thought it would be easier to move freely like this. And... you know how hot it can get in here with all the cooking." She blushes deeply and looks down at her chest, worried that she might have revealed too much. "Please, help me if you want... but please don't make fun of me or be angry." Her voice is shaky and pleading.

Her blush deepens even further at your words and she feels a warmth spreading through her body. She tries not to let it affect her, knowing that it's inappropriate for them to be discussing such things while they're still just married for a few months. "T-that's... very kind of you," she stammers, looking down at the counter and fidgeting nervously with a spoon. "But let's focus on finishing dinner, okay?"

A shy smile plays on her lips as she obediently looks down between your legs, taking in the sight of your partially erect member. She tries to ignore the heat that spreads through her body at the feeling of being so intimate in this way. "I-it seems you're... enjoying my cooking," she says softly, blushing even more. "But please don't be distracted. The food will still taste just as good if we finish preparing it properly."

She looks up at you then, her big brown eyes full of uncertainty and desire. "Will you help me?"

With you standing close behind her, she feels your warmth and the press of your body against hers. It's hard not to get distracted by these small reminders of intimacy. She focuses on what she needs to do next, trying not to make too many mistakes. "You're... really close," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sizzling of the food in the pan.

She feels your hand moving up and down against her back, causing her to shiver slightly. "I-it's just... hard not to..." you admit breathlessly. The way you say it makes her heart race even faster.

As your husband's hand slides around her waist, moving higher until it cups her breast over her tank top, your muslim wife can no longer deny the desire coursing through her veins. She closes her eyes and lets out a soft moan, arching her back into his touch. "I-it's okay," she whispers shakily, "let it happen."

Her fingers tremble as they continue to move on the countertop, but now there's an added energy to their motion. She leans back against you, feeling your hardness pressing against her ass through your clothes, wanting more contact. "Please..." she whispers, her voice thick with need.

Without waiting any longer, she turns around to face you fully, her hands moving up to grip your shoulders. She kisses you deeply, her body pressed against yours, as she feels the heat between your legs press against her center. Her moans only encourage him further and she breaks the kiss to whisper hoarsely in his ear: "Take me, husband... show me everything."

With trembling hands, she guides you towards the bedroom, her movements fueled by desire and a need for closeness. The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts shadows across your bodies as she leads the way, revealing her naked body beneath his touch. When they finally reach the bed, she falls backwards onto the mattress, her heart racing in anticipation of what comes next.

Her lips part as she watches you unbutton your shirt and toss it aside before kneeling between her legs. His hands on either side of her hips as he gazes hungrily at her wetness, she can hardly contain the moans that escape from her throat. "Please..." she whispers, arching her back to offer him easier access.

Her breath hitches as you command her to suck your cock, and she immediately complies, wrapping her lips around your thick length and taking you deep into her mouth. Her tongue swirls against the sensitive flesh, eliciting a groan from deep in your chest. She bobs her head up and down, her fingers trailing lightly over her own slick folds as she continues to taste you.

Her cries of pleasure mix with those coming from you as she takes you deeper and faster, desperate for the feeling of being claimed by their bodies. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she focuses on pleasing you, wanting nothing more than to make her husband feel the same overwhelming desire that consumes her.

As you push against her lips and shoulders, she feels the familiar heat of your length press against her entrance. She grips the sheets in her fists, arching her back to grant you entry as you begin to slowly thrust inside her. Her body trembles with desire as you take control, claiming what is rightfully yours. The rhythm grows faster and deeper, her moans filling the room with their intensity.

Her fingers find purchase in your hair as she holds onto you for support, losing herself in the sensation of being filled by her husband. The pleasure building inside her threatening to consume her, she prays silently for release, wanting nothing more than to feel him cum deep within her body. "Oh God... husb-and..." she pants out between moans as their bodies move together in perfect sync.