Tasty Erotica
The Naked Chef
Standing at the far worktop was the man she loved, chopping vegetables while wearing nothing but an apron.
It had been one of those days. Nothing had gone right at work and even the traffic on the way home had been a nightmare. All she wanted to do was get out of her heels, grab a glass of wine, and have a long soak in a hot bath. As she pulled into the drive, she was surprised to see his car already sitting there. He wasn’t due home from his business trip until later. She smiled. She needed some decent company tonight, and the presence of the car meant she was going to have some.
As she pushed open the door and stepped inside, she was met by the aroma of roasting lamb. A hint of rosemary was just detectable, and the combination made her mouth water. Her stomach growled, reminding her she’d skipped lunch. Kicking her heels off with a grateful sigh, she padded down the hall towards the kitchen, following the scent hungrily. The door to the kitchen was closed and as she pushed it open, she was shocked at the sight that met her. Standing at the far worktop was the man she loved, chopping vegetables while wearing nothing but an apron. His back was to her, and she stared at his exposed body, letting her gaze linger on the curve of his naked buttocks for a while before calling out to him.
“Well, that’s a sight for sore eyes,” she said.
“Hi gorgeous,” he said, not looking up from the vegetables he was cutting. “You’re earlier than I expected. When you messaged me this morning, I guessed you’d be skipping lunch again, so I thought I’d make sure you had something hot to come home to.”
He finished what he was doing and turned towards her, putting the knife and the carrot he’d just peeled on the worktop and picking up a full wine glass before walking towards her, a big smile on his face.
“I’d ask how your day was, but I already have a fair idea. Here, this might help.” He said, handing her the glass of Merlot.
Still taken aback, she took the glass and sipped it. The wine was delicious, but she barely registered it.
“Umm, not that I’m complaining or anything but, why are you naked?” She asked.
“Oh, I’m cooking one of Jamie’s recipes and, well, he’s the naked chef, so I sort of took it literally,” he replied. “Besides, I’m not actually naked, I’m wearing this apron. Although that’s easily rectified…”
With that, he reached behind and tugged the knot holding the single piece of cloth in place, eased the neck loop over his head and threw it onto the floor in the corner.
“There. Now I’m naked. Better?” He said with a chuckle.
Shocked at his display, she wasn’t sure how to answer and simply stood, enjoying the view. She let her gaze wander from his face, down the dark line of hair that covered his chest, across the gentle swell of his stomach to his toned and muscular thighs. Feeling a rush of heat in her cheeks and a familiar tingle of excitement, her gaze lingered on his dick and the smooth shaved balls she loved to caress. He watched her face, amused, as she subconsciously licked her lips before looking up and seeing his smile. Her cheeks flushed a deep scarlet, embarrassed to be caught staring so intently.
“I think,” he said, “that one of us is distinctly overdressed. Don’t you?”
Without waiting for an answer, he wrapped his arms around her. Pulling her into an embrace and planting his lips firmly on hers. His hands sought the zip that held her dress together and, with practiced fingers, eased it down, hands caressing her back as they slid softly towards her buttocks. She stepped backwards, out of his arms and shrugged out of the dress, letting it fall to the floor, pooling around her feet. She was grateful that she’d dressed in a decent, and matching, set of underwear this morning. Not that he seemed to have noticed as he failed to pause for even a second to appreciate her choice. Stepping forwards he reached around her once more, slipping a hand up to her bra and snapping the clasp open easily with no hesitation, not even breaking their kiss.
Seconds later, it too fell to the floor, and she pulled her lips from his just long enough to quickly gaze around the room, checking that the neighbours couldn’t see in. Happy that they couldn’t, she pulled him close and resumed the kiss, all thoughts of the stressful day erased from her mind. His hands caressed her back, running his nails up her spine and sending a cold ripple racing down her arms. He smiled into the kiss as he felt her nipples swelling against his chest; he loved how responsive they were and the eagerness with which they responded, constantly demanding attention.
His hands eased around her side, playing up and down the sensitive flesh just above her hip, tickling her until she wriggled away from him, trying to step backwards out of reach. His hands held her firmly in place, thumbs slipping inside the delicate lace of her underwear before tugging it down quickly and letting it fall to the floor around her ankles.
“That’s much better. I do like you naked,” he said with a grin.
Stepping towards her, he slid his hands under her arms and lifted her effortlessly from the floor. Worried that he’d drop her, she instinctively brought her legs up to wrap around his waist while her hands clung on to the back of his neck. Her heels pressed into the small of his back and he was instantly aware of the heat of her arousal pressing against his stomach as she clung to him.
The damp heat below his navel was a welcome and familiar feeling. He could feel his cock swelling, not quite pressing against her yet, but growing ever closer. He moved his hands under her legs, taking her weight against his palms. It would be so easy to slip inside her now, here, standing in the middle of the room, and satisfy the urgent hunger inside him, but he had other plans first.
He walked over to the work surface nearest them as she nibbled his neck, dragging her teeth over the soft tissue but being careful not to leave any marks. As her buttocks pressed against the cold marble surface, she jumped as if electrocuted and let out a sharp gasp of air.
“Cold?” he asked, smirking. “Don’t worry, you won’t notice it for long.”
He released his hold on her and began to kiss her neck. He knew the effect it had, and precisely where to kiss in order to trigger the reaction he wanted. His lips found the magical spot on her shoulder that sent a ripple of pleasure racing through her and she leant back, her palms flat on the marble as he teased his way down her body, planting kiss after kiss as he descended from shoulders to chest.
Slowly circling her breast with his mouth, his kisses traced a spiral towards a nipple and he watched it swelling progressively darker as he moved closer until finally his mouth was above it. He paused, his breath hot against her, teasing. He extended his tongue and touched it lightly to the tip of her nipple, before almost instantly pressing his mouth around it. Sucking hard, he used his tongue to caress the swollen bud, flicking it roughly before pressing his teeth around it and nipping the tender flesh.
Her legs clenched hard together, squeezing him tightly between them until he loosened his grip on her nipple. Reverting to kissing he traced a path across her chest towards her other nipple and a repeat performance.
Having satisfied himself that her breasts had received sufficient attention for now he began to kiss his way lower, dropping to his knees as he passed below her belly button, and slipping his arms beneath her legs, until he was perfectly positioned. He stopped and looked up, gazing at her face, taking in the big smile and her closed eyes as she sat above him, leaning back on her arms.
She looked completely relaxed, a total transformation from the tightly wound bundle of stress she’d been just a few minutes before. The soft pink folds of her pussy were glistening invitingly a few inches from his face and, as he kissed the soft flesh of her inner thigh the sweet intoxicating scent of her arousal filled his senses. Each kiss brought him nearer, caused his pulse to beat a fraction quicker and his own arousal to stiffen a little more.
Ignoring the slow pulsing of his own excitement, his lips grazed the entrance to her pussy, tongue parting the flesh and tasting her delicious juices. The soft curls of her hair tickled the end of his nose as he began to feast on her, burying his tongue deep inside, then easing out and up. He teased her clit, flicking it as he had her nipple then pressing his teeth around it, grazing exactly the way he liked her to do to his cock, knowing precisely the effect it had on him and hoping it felt the same to her.
Alternating between lips, tongue and teeth he played with her, relishing the control he had over her until he felt her thighs quiver and clamp tightly around his head with the unmistakable intensity of an orgasm. He made slow, deliberate movements with his tongue, each firm lick against her over sensitive flesh causing her to convulse against him as he maintained her climax at an almost painful intensity. Slowly he eased his motion and she relaxed her legs around him, slumping back onto the worktop, temporarily sated.
He stood and looked down at the pink flush that covered her cheeks and neck, and the small creamy pool that was forming on the marble between her buttocks, evidence of her first orgasm. As he looked, a small patch of colour on the surface beside her caught his eye. The carrot he’d been peeling was lying there, still intact. A thought entered his mind and he picked it up, feeling its girth and realising how close its dimensions were to her favourite glass toy.
Her eyes were still closed, a huge smile covering her face as she waited for him to make the next move. His left hand moved between her thighs, index finger slipping inside the dripping entrance of her pussy with ease while he brought his other hand, still clutching the vegetable closer to it. Slipping a second finger inside her, he began to thrust them, keeping them close as they went in but parting them and spreading her wider as he drew them out. She let out a soft sigh, enjoying the motion of his hands as he varied the pace. As his fingers reached the outer limits of her flesh he spread them wide, holding the sodden entrance of her pussy open, and pressed the cold tip of the carrot between her lips. Lifting his fingers to his mouth he licked her juices from them, savouring her exquisite taste as he pushed the vegetable slowly inside her.
Her eyes opened wide as the cold object slid into her hot flesh, She’d been expecting his hot cock and other than size, this felt nothing like it. She started to look down and see what it was but he stopped the motion by kissing her. Their tongues met and she tasted herself on him, liking the effect it had on her body.
He began to thrust with the makeshift dildo. The cold was intense on her sensitive flesh and served to enhance the motions as it slid in and out of her. She was acutely aware of its presence in her and the oddly enjoyable feeling sent her racing towards a second orgasm. She teetered on the brink of climax, riding ripples of pleasure until he fastened his mouth around a nipple and attacked it with his tongue. The combined sensations of his mouth and the thrusting dildo pushed her over the edge and she gasped as another orgasm flooded through her.
Pulling the now slick carrot from her, he placed it on the chopping board and without any hesitation, picked up the knife and chopped it neatly into slices. Scooping the pieces into his hand he added them to the other vegetables in the steamer before turning his attention back to the urgent throbbing of his swollen cock.
Resuming his position between her still parted thighs he leant forward and kissed her mouth. Her eyes opened as their lips met and she wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly to her. She loved the feel of his furry chest against her breasts; the soft hair tickled her nipples in a way that filled her with a warm, comfortable sensation. She was aware of something hot and firm pressing against the sodden flesh between her thighs, the heat was a welcome change and she didn’t need to look to know that he was ready to finish what he’d started.
Pressing his hips forward caused the tip of his cock to slip across her wet flesh, but the angle was wrong and repeated attempts did nothing but frustrate them both with near misses. Her heels pressed hard into the small of his back as he pulled her closer to the edge of the work surface until her buttocks were just balancing on the edge, allowing his swollen cock to finally slide inside.
She sighed at the familiar, full feeling. He held his breath as he felt her hot pussy clamp around him, relishing the sensation as he eased deeper until he felt his balls press against the edge of the cold marble. With practiced ease they moved as one, hips bucking against one another as they built the pace from a slow steady push to a wild thrusting motion that accompanied by the staccato slap of skin on skin.
He felt his balls tighten, reducing their pendulum-like swing and signalling his impending climax. The already sensitive nerves in his cock telegraphed every motion with the searing intensity of ecstasy and caused his thrusting motion to falter. Every muscle in his body clenched in unison as he fired a thick stream of cum inside her.
She felt his body go rigid against her as the unmistakable spasm of his cock deep inside her triggered a final wave of pleasure to shoot through her. She cried out in relief and buried her nails in his back as an orgasm consumed her. A few last juddering thrusts were all he could manage and kept her riding the wave as his balls emptied themselves.
He felt his knees weaken, legs trembling with exertion as he sought to stay upright, glad of the surface to lean against while they recovered. Slowly, they relaxed. She felt him deflating inside her as they both became aware of the growing puddle between them.
“I hope you liked your starter,” he said. “Are you ready for the next course?”
“Oh yes,” she said. “I’m suddenly ravenous and can’t wait to see what you’ve planned for dessert.”
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