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That night, you had a brilliant and innovative idea.
Well… maybe not so brilliant and not so innovative, but it was definitely an idea that deserved recognition.
As a good mate, you knew that the two things Reth loved the most were: cooking and fucking. Logically, what one-year anniversary surprise could be better than cooking naked for Reth? None!
You ordered a new apron from Jel a few days earlier and, even though the stylist found it strange to choose such a soft and chic fabric to make a cooking uniform, you now had in your hands a culinary sensual masterpiece.
You came back home that day with all the preparations in hand.
You went straight to the kitchen and laid out the ingredients for the recipe on the counter.
“Love?” You called out, testing.
“Just got out of the shower, I’ll be right there,” Reth’s voice came from the bedroom.
Once the Majiri’s presence was confirmed, you quickly stripped off your clothes and put on the new apron.
You began chopping some vegetables, since dinner would be a nice vegetable soup, and pretended to act natural when heard the door open.
“Sorry for the delay, my hair was…” Reth cut his words short the moment his gaze fell on you.
Cooking, wearing only an apron, with your gorgeous ass fully on display. Reth felt the heat rising between his legs.
“What are you doing?” he asked, frozen in place.
“Me? Oh, nothing special, just making some vegetable soup” you replied with a shrug, as if you weren’t aware of your nudity state.
But of course you knew. Your blushing cheeks could tell.
“Oh, sure, that makes perfect sense,” Reth said, taking slow steps into the kitchen.
You waited expectantly for your boyfriend to come closer, but to your surprise, nothing happened. No touch, no comment, nothing… You glanced over your shoulder to confirm that the Majiri was indeed inside the kitchen.
Reth was sitting at the table. His hungry eyes fixed on you and your naked body.
“Weren’t you cooking?” Reth asked when he saw you pause your task to look at him. “Go on. Cook.”
The laugh that slipped from you was nervous and shy. You turned your attention back to the vegetables: two were already done, the rest still needed to be cleaned, peeled, and chopped.
You grabbed a potato to peel and tried to focus, but it was hard with an audience burning holes into your back.
While working, you heard the sound of fabric being moved and dropped to the floor. You heard Reth let out a loud sigh. And then… a very specific sound of skin rubbing skin.
You wanted so badly to turn around and see what was happening, but you didn’t let temptation win and kept your eyes on the cutting board, chopping the vegetables.
“Your ass is so beautiful…” Reth’s voice trembled. The sounds of skin continued. “All I want is to pin you against that counter and fuck you until tomorrow.”
You shuddered. The space between your thighs twitched slightly under the apron in response to the scene your boyfriend had painted.
“I could start by getting you ready” Reth continued “licking you from behind, pushing my tongue deep inside just the way you like”.
You bit the inside of your cheek, your lust getting bigger and stronger with every word.
“Then I’d slide my fingers in and let you ride them until you felt ready.”
All the vegetables were now chopped.
“After that, I’d bend you over this counter… and you’d spread your legs wide open to take me.”
Reth’s voice was now laced with moans. It was clear he was imagining it just as vividly as you were.
The vegetables were tossed into a pot of water.
“Would you take me, Babe?” Reth asked.
“Always,” You replied, your voice breaking as it comes out sounding like a sigh.
“Show me…” Reth’s breath came ragged “show me how you’d take me.”
You leaned your chest against the counter, vegetable peels still scattered across it. Your hands slid back, parting the cheeks of your ass. Reth’s sharp gasp was unmistakable.
You forced your hole to tighten, showing Reth exactly what he could take if he made that narrated scene come true. And, with it, the loud and broken moans that followed confirmed it: he had just come.
Finally, you turned around.
Reth sprawled out on the chair; sweaty, legs spread wide, pants tossed aside, with cum glistening on his hand, his groin and his cock.
You had never congratulated yourself so much for an idea before.
“Did you like the soup?” you asked while walking closer. Hands brushing Reth’s dreads back from his forehead.
“It was very good,” the majiri replied.
“I didn’t taste it,” you said “I’m still starving”.
He smirked.
“If you can prepare me as well as you did with those vegetables, I don’t mind being your next meal.”