Ricky pulled his dark blonde hair into a low ponytail, then slipped the black chef's apron over his head and fastened its ties at the back. The tapes hung down and tickled his naked butt, which made him smirk.
He studied his reflection in the long mirror in the bedroom he shared with Asha. From the front she would detect nothing amiss. He'd admit, top chefs wore shoes to cook, and probably a shirt, no matter how finely chiselled their pecs were. He turned and took in his side view, then the rear, where his muscled back and toned glutes were unimpaired by clothes.
"Business at the front, party in back," Rick chuckled to himself. "Asha you're a lucky girl, I have a treat – maybe several treats – in store for you!"
Padding to the kitchen in their modern apartment, he recalled the dreamy expression his partner's face took on whenever she watched her favourite cookery show. That look had convinced him this surprise was one she would enjoy. He reflected on last Friday night, when they had gone for a meal to one of those places where the chef is working right in front of you, cooking and talking. Ricky had noticed her eyes sparkling throughout the experience, especially when he did tricks with the big, sharp knives. But it was in the taxi later that the full extent of Asha's delight had been revealed… the return home was more fun than the night out itself.
In the taxi, once they were alone, Asha had snuggled against him and slipped her fingers between the buttons of his shirt to linger over his smooth abs before she began stroking the bulge in his jeans. With a groan, Ricky cupped her jaw in his hands and took control of her mouth. He plundered its depths with his tongue the way he intended to immerse other parts of his body in her heat, as soon as they got home.
"Wasn't it exciting watching that guy prepare the food? The chef was so capable," she breathed, in a way that made 'capable' sound like code for something more explicit.
"He knew his way around a kitchen alright," Ricky agreed, struggling to squash a prickle of indignation.
"His hands were so… nimble," her voice was hushed in awe, "I couldn't help imagining them on me."
"You want to be treated like a piece of meat?" he scoffed.
"Sometimes, yeah; I crave being handled firmly and put in my place." The tip of Asha's tongue poked out and wet her top lip, mischief flashing in her eyes. Rick sensed the crackle of challenge in the air and his body went on alert.
"I'm not wearing any panties," Asha whispered in his ear, tickling the fine hairs against his neck.
Immediately Ricky's semi stiffened further, but he took a deep breath and steadied himself.
He growled, low and menacing, so that only she could hear, "You're a very bad girl."
Asha responded with a throaty giggle and an exaggerated look of innocence.
"Perhaps you need to teach me a lesson."
She continued teasing him, rubbing the outline of his prick which lay trapped behind the denim and sucking lasciviously on his middle finger. Everything in him coiled and sizzled, but he wouldn't pounce yet, neither of them wanted to give the taxi driver a free show. Lord knows how, but Ricky managed to hold back until they got home. He almost threw the fare at the driver, happy to overpay, he was so eager to get Asha inside the house.
"Now then, wicked minx," Ricky leered. He expressed his frustration by caging Asha against the interior wall, with strong arms braced on either side of her head. "Try using that pretty mouth for something other than talking."
Heat flashed in her eyes at his command, he knew she was as turned on as him. She sank immediately to her knees, fumbling to loosen the buckle of his belt and lower the zip of his fly.
"I've been wanting to do this all night," she crooned and cupped his balls reverentially.
Rick watched as she licked her lips and parted them in anticipation. His dick quickly unfurled from his trousers, springing eagerly towards her mouth for attention.
Asha had an oral technique that Rick really savoured. The heat of her mouth and the energetic way she salivated as she bobbed on his length, laving and swirling her tongue, had him swollen and hard as iron in seconds. She moaned as she sucked, treating his precum as a delicious treat, and the vibrations from her noises of appreciation drove him wild. When she sank her head so low that she consumed him, she also cupped his balls, drawing her fingers against his flesh with a silky touch as if assessing their quality. A spark of sensation sped from his plums to the crown of his dick, a jolt like electricity that continued to hum in his veins.
"I ought to put you over my knee and give you a spanking," he told her, combing through her long hair for a sensuous moment, before he drew it up tight, forcing Asha to slow her fellatio. Her expression, when she looked up at him, was both feisty and imploring; she was loving this.
"No knickers in public: Tsk! Next time I demand to know before we leave the house. Your omission deprived me of some obscene imaginings." While Rick's expression darkened with lust, he loosened his grip on her hair. "However that mouth of yours may have redeemed you."
When he pulled her up from her knees he used her hair to draw her closer, pressing her lips against his. The musk of his glans was on her tongue and he enjoyed that she tasted of him. She might have got hot for the chef back in the restaurant, but she was coming home with him and he owned every part of her.
"Pick your punishment, bad girl Asha, how should I fuck you?"
"Use me Rick," she rasped, somewhat raw from throating his length so deep. "I love it when you take your pleasure however you want to."
Quickly Rick shucked off his jeans in the hallway and pushed Asha towards the stairs. She knelt two steps up, bracing her hands in front of her. Her dark eyes watched over her shoulder as he advanced, with a look of intent. His God-given-talent was straining for action, as he walked it swayed towards her arse. Rick spat in his palm and used one hand lazily, to stroke up and down its length, before thumbing its leaking essence over the swollen tip. Asha flicked out her tongue, evidently wanton and hungry for another taste. But she groaned with delight when he pulled her tight skirt up around her waist.
The sight that greeted him made more precum leak in appreciation: Her pussy was as pretty as a peach and dripping with nectar. Without delay Rick pressed his face against her ass, parting those fleshy globes to allow his tongue to stroke the pink folds of her slit. She was hot and excited, and her tangy juices quickly coated his tongue. He loved that she was needy for his cock, and he was just as eager to show her some loving. He licked slow and deep, tasting her wetness like a gourmet. Rick enjoyed every nuance of the textures and flavours Asha shared with him. He took time to nudge and tickle her taint with his fingertip as he lapped at her labia. In response. she gasped enthusiastically and dipped her back for more.
When he nudged her legs wider so her pussy lips parted, he had to fight the urge to thrust. His display of passion should be tantalisingly drawn out, rather than rushed. Never mind that his prick had begun to strain like a divining rod toward his woman's sweet spot. He planned to ride her hard, bury his shaft and empty his balls that ached to drill and fill her.
"Get ready girl," he said.
Asha dropped a hand between her thighs, obediently spreading her flesh for his invasion.
With a practised thrust and jerk, Rick sank his length deep into Asha, which felt like dipping into molten lava. As he pressed forward he appreciated her tightness. A soft grunt of satisfaction escaped to chime with his partner's eager moans of encouragement. He held her hips to probe deep inside, aiming for her g-spot, while urging Asha to rub her clit. Her body jolted when he angled his broad torso over her. Every firm drive made her tits swing and his balls slap her ass.
"Oh, please take me," Asha groaned, strumming against her nub with slick fingers.
A curtain of her dark hair hung forward, obscuring her face, and Rick was tempted to sink his teeth into the soft curve between her shoulders and neck. Tonight he felt primal and alpha, they were rutting as nature intended and he wanted to claim his mate. He sensed his climax gathering, drawing up from his core, a blur of heat and energy, but he wanted to be sure she was ready.
"Yes, yes!" Asha exclaimed.
When she mashed her clit she began to come undone. She gasped and her pussy pulsed, clutching at his length, hastening Rick towards the brink as her muscles tightened around his cock, a drumbeat of pleasure.
Rick speared his mate with one final, g-spot-grazing lunge, before dragging his cock out, loving the way her pussy stretched and moved around it. With great satisfaction, jism pulsed in pearly ropes, splashing over Asha's curvy backside to spatter down her thighs.
What a night it had been! Ricky mused fondly, pulling ingredients out of the fridge and larder. So today he planned to greet Asha as her own, personal, naked cooking chef, and impress her with his culinary prowess. He sharpened his professional knives. He rinsed and prepped the ingredients, slicing and dicing fresh vegetables, keeping one eye on the clock, to have things ready for when Asha got home.
He'd bought steak that morning, after his agent rang to confirm he'd got the modelling campaign he'd auditioned for, so Rick felt no guilt splashing out on a piece that had been matured. Once home, he'd taken the time to mix herbs and spices to create his own rub. As he massaged this into the thick cut of meat, his thoughts became erotically charged, imagining his hands caressing the springy yet tender globes of Asha's backside.
The salad was tossed, the meat was ready to grill, when he heard the click of the front door and Asha's high heels tapped the hard floor.
"I'm home," she sang out.
"In the kitchen," Rick answered.
Her expression was one of delight when she saw him in his apron, and she leaned forward to kiss him across the counter. Rick couldn't contain his smirk, aware her gaze was feasting on his bare arms and wondering what else was on display. He offered her wine and fetched the bottle and two glasses. That's when he surmised Asha's realisation dawned, she clearly saw his impudently nude buttocks, when he turned away.
Rick kept a straight face and made no acknowledgement of his naked state. He listened to Asha talk about her work meeting, before he shared his good news about the job.
"It's starting to happen," he said with a grin.
"To your good fortune."
She lifted her glass to his and leaned in to kiss him, crushing her lips against his, and he tasted the berry notes of the wine. Then she set her glass down and moved behind him.
"What have we here? I've never seen Gordon Ramsey cook without trousers." She sighed and rubbed her breasts and pelvis lasciviously against Rick's naked back and rump.
"Maybe not Gordon," he pressed back against her, to grind his butt into her mons. Her pert nipples pebbled behind the silky fabric of her blue dress. "But isn't Jamie Oliver famous for being the naked chef?"
"I think I heard that." Asha's voice purred close to his ear, sending shivers down Rick's spine. "I think you're wise to protect yourself with an apron."
She reached around his waist and groped under the canvas where his cock was already at half-mast with anticipation.
"Are we having meat for dinner?" She teased, "I feel in the mood for something to really fill me up."
He turned to face her and they kissed, mouths open to let tangling tongues speak for their passion. Rick's apron couldn't conceal his excitement, Asha groped his length eagerly, then encouraged him to remove it.
"You're still dressed, it seems you have me at a disadvantage," Rick stood there buck naked, but Asha sank to her knees taking his erection tenderly in both hands.
"Have you been waiting for me, you beautiful thing?" Asha's full lips brushed against the smooth dome of his cock, nibbling along its length and sucking avidly around its tip.
Rick gasped and leaned back against the counter, allowing his partner full access. She alternately licked and complimented his size and length. She showed her appreciation by leisurely circling around the frenulum with her tongue. Her saliva was flowing and it was easy for his cock to slide deep into her sloppy mouth. Her eyes were watering as his size stretched her throat and he looked on in admiration as she accommodated almost every inch of his length. Her enthusiasm never wavered and his wand was soon streaked with saliva that dripped down her chin as she sucked and teased him. It nearly made his head explode when the back of her throat tightened around him. While Asha was sighing and humming, Rick couldn't help but admire: Oooof girl, you're getting it all in! While she devoured him like a popsicle treat.
Even in the midst of all the head-swirling sensations, Ricky experienced a curious delight to be in his naked state while she was still fully dressed in her kingfisher blue silk gown. His breathing quickened when she squeezed his balls, softly fondling and rolling them with her fingers while engulfing his tool down to its root and swallowing, so her throat muscles pressed against his tip. It was a delicious torment but he knew he would have to stop her, otherwise their fun would be over too soon. So he drew her up to standing, then turned and lifted her body, so that he'd raised her to sit on the counter surface. It seemed a good moment to reach under her dress to locate and remove her skimpy white panties.
Asha's licking and sucking had Ricky humming with desire and he wanted to return the favour. He pressed Asha's legs apart and her pussy opened like a flower. He lowered to his knees and fastened his lips to her clit, licking and dabbing with his tongue. Her labia were swollen with excitement and he enjoyed her smoothness as he licked upward from her hole in delicious long strokes. When he lavished her bean with sucks and nibbles, she shuddered; he'd made it stand proud and then Rick breathed on it and Asha cried out. Like the jewel at the apex of her slit, it was eager and grateful for his attention. Her juices ran freely, glossing her lips and coating his chin, with salty sweetness.
Asha rocked her hips against his face, she sighed in rapture with closed eyes, seemingly determined to enjoy the blissful sensations. Soon she was biting her lips and moaning, becoming so fidgety from Rick's teasing that he needed to hold her foot against the counter edge.
"I'm cumming," she warned, raising her hips and dropping her head back.
Rick didn't stop or slow, continuing to delve into her snatch with two fingers, seeking out the ridges of her g-spot to massage with his long, lean digits. Asha panted and keened then suddenly she squirted, drenching his hand with cyprine fluid.
Rick gauged the time was right and rose to his feet and notched his prick into her pussy, claiming his prize one inch at a time, while using her spread legs for purchase. Once he had sunk into her depths, he was ready to rock against her, bouncing against her with deft, urgent lunges which made them both gasp with their intensity. The kitchen resounded with the slaps of her damp thighs against his torso, his balls against her arse.
Then Rick held Asha's legs higher, a move that enabled him to bury his pole to the hilt and pound rhythmically, stroking her g-spot with each probe.
"I've got you where I want you," his voice was low, husky with lust.
"Stop," she panted, "I'm too hot in this dress."
Rick laughed. "Let me unwrap you." He removed the sash belt, lifting the dress over her head and flinging it aside. "You're my present."
Asha only wore a white lacy bra, and he eagerly tugged down the cups, revealing both nipples.
"I want to fuck you." Rick knew some dirty talk would turn her on. He spun her to face the counter. "Now be a good girl and take my hard cock without complaint."
"Give it to me," Asha eagerly lowered her torso onto the surface, dipping her back to tilt her ass provocatively.
Rick reached forward, taking a breast in each hand to make one of her favourite moves. He slid his cock between the lips of her labia, rubbing back and forth, back and forth, coating his length with Asha's creamy fluids. She sighed with each nudge of his cock against her humming clit. It was both stimulating and tempting. It was Rick's teasing appetiser to make his lover eager to take his whole length. He'd have her pussy drooling for him to shaft her, to power deep, stretching her to accommodate his heft, but for now, he teased, keeping her hovering on the brink.
"Please …" Asha gasped.
Rick yanked open a kitchen drawer, then hoisted up her leg. She needed a foothold for him to gain better access to her sweet rump.
"All mine!" Rick growled, gripping her hips so his fingers dug into her flesh. He powered into her with an explosive energy, drowning in the heat and sweet tightness of her slit.
Although Asha's pussy was well-oiled by her earlier orgasm, taking his thickness so suddenly made her bite her knuckle. To increase the angle Rick leaned back, with shoulders against the cupboards behind him, and she gasped at the sensation. He wanted to fuck into her with long slow strokes, to have her dizzy with waves of pleasure. Asha's yelps and moans were spurring him on, he lost himself to the bliss of her tight walls pulsing around him, massaging and milking him till he thought his balls might burst.
Rick kept his head and pulled out in time. He dredged up copious, hot spurts of jism, which sprayed from his tip to coat Asha's trembling thighs, but his hardness showed no sign of flagging. He was determined to coax one more climax from his lady and fed his dick between her soft petals to continue reaming her from behind.
After several tingling forays, Asha abruptly halted.
"I need to fuck you now," she clambered off his cock to reposition herself.
"You want this for dinner?" Rick joked, then boosted himself onto the counter, his dick was still standing proud.
Asha climbed after him, mounting Rick's pelvis so she sat astride him. Then, with a gleam in her eye, she sank down, encompassing his full length. He used his strong hands to take the weight of her torso, and they undulated together in a hypnotic rhythm of rise and fall, which soon found her bouncing eagerly in his lap.
Asha was poetry in motion. Her beautiful face contorted with delight. He drilled deep inside, fuelling her arousal with gasoline. Every kegel muscle squeezed his cock, betraying her imminent climax. He knew her well enough that he gauged it was within reach. Her torso rippled and she bit her lip, gazing into Rick's eyes. The look of love and adoration she surely saw reflected was tipping her over the edge. With a tremor in her voice, Asha groaned that she needed to cum.
"Let go, babe," Rick encouraged her, "give it to me."
So she did, making every liquid throb her gift to him. She closed her eyes, allowing each twitch of her ecstatic pussy to press inwards, massaging him from tip to root. Her body's responses concentrated in that moment. Rick took satisfaction from her shudders and aftershocks around the sensitive flesh of his glans.
With a replete grin, Asha soon recovered enough to lift herself off his lap. Rick's erection still had not diminished and she encompassed it with her hand, stroking him gently.
"I don't know how you do it, but I'm impressed." Her heavy-lidded eyes seemed to prove her point. "You just fucked me every which way!"
With an earthy chuckle, Ricky reached for his wine glass to take a well-earned sip.
"I blame you," he said. "Your body excites me, your personality teases me, so my dick always rises to the occasion!"
"You say the sweetest things, Rick."
Asha leaned forward to kiss him, her bare nipples grazing his sculpted pectorals.
"My perfect model. Let's raise a glass to your agent," she toasted them both with a wink, then as an afterthought, "And the gym."
He grinned then took another sip. "Let's get this steak sizzling."
"First put that apron back on, darling. I'd hate to see you get burned." Asha leaned in to kiss her lover again.