Episode 31: Heated Delight
The moment Chef carried her into his bedroom, Sugar knew she had ventured deep into uncharted territory. His clean, earthy scent lingered in the air, dominating her senses and serving as a stark reminder that she was in the presence of a real man. Chef carefully set her down on her feet without breaking the kiss. She slid her hands down the sides of his bearded face, resting them on his strong jawline, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss, showing him just how much she needed him in that moment. They only broke away when the need for air became too much.
Her heart pounded in her chest.
Her head swam with euphoric dizziness.
She was utterly hooked.
Chef tried to pull back, but she held onto his face, not ready to let go.
"Don’t," Sugar whimpered.
“I wanna see you, honey,” he assured, kissing her forehead, “and I want you to see me.”
Reluctantly, she released him and watched as he moved to a nightstand, turning on a lamp. The soft amber glow chased away the shadows, casting a warm light over the room.
“Sit down on the bed,” he ordered.
Sugar obeyed, easing onto the edge of the bed, her gaze locked onto his. The excitement coursing through her veins felt like a powerful drug. Her body burned. She wanted to tear off her clothes, but she knew that wasn’t her job tonight. Chef lowered himself to one knee before her, taking her right booted foot in his hands. He untied the laces, slipping the boot off with ease.
He did the same to her left, leaving only her socks, which soon followed.
He kissed the pinky toe of her left foot, slowly making his way to her big toe, which he slipped into his mouth, giving it a savoring suck. His eyes locked onto hers, watching her eyelids flutter shut, her lips parting in pleasure. The sensation surprised her. She’d never thought having her toes sucked could feel this good.
A low moan escaped her throat.
He released her toe and kissed up the side of her foot, trailing his mouth along her bare calves and thighs. She spread her legs wider to accommodate his broad shoulders as he moved in closer. He planted a kiss on her pussy, his nose brushing the seam of her shorts, his calloused hands caressing her thighs.
“You have no idea how long I've been fantasizin’ about buryin’ my face in your pussy and lickin’ your cute little clit until you cum on my tongue,” he murmured huskily, lips hovering near her core.
His raunchy words sent another wave of heat through her, and she knew she was soaking wet now. She squeezed her eyes shut, letting the vivid fantasy play out in her mind.
“That sounds nice,” she breathed, her voice shaky.
His throaty chuckle gave her goosebumps. “Stand up, and I’ll show you just how nice it can be.”
Sugar opened her eyes, surprised by the command, but stood up, her crotch still at eye level with his face. He unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down her legs, helping her step out of them before tossing them aside.
Her delicate, sheer pink panties were now on full display. Intricate pink and green floral embroidery adorned the fabric, but left nothing to the imagination.
“Mm,” he hummed, approving. “Is this my reward for winnin’ tonight?”
“I believed in you, so I came prepared,” she teased.
His grin widened. “Thank you for believin’ in me, darlin’. I’m touched.”
He hooked his fingers into the pink waistband of her panties, slowly pulling them down her legs. He helped her step out of them.
Before she could respond, he buried his face in her pussy.
Sugar gasped sharply, her legs buckling as his tongue dove between her wet folds. She gripped his hair for support, her body trembling. His mouth moved with purpose. His tongue swirled around her clit with practiced skill, flicking and teasing. Her head fell back, her eyes rolling as gasps and moans spilled from her lips.
Chef took his time, savoring every moment of her pleasure, and she loved him for it.
His fingers joined the party, easing two thick digits inside her. She clenched around him, the sensation of being filled sending her over the edge. He sucked her clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking relentlessly as his fingers stroked her deep.
Her moans grew louder and bled out longer.
Sugar became lost in the moment and the rapture, her mind blanking out. Thoughts dissolved like cotton candy in water. Only his mouth and fingers ensnared her focus.
"Fuck, you taste so good," he groaned against her, his voice low and guttural. "I can’t believe this pussy is all mine tonight. All fuckin’ mine."
Her whole body trembled, struggling to stay upright as she rocked her hips against his mouth. His fingers stroked her sweet spot over and over, pushing her closer to the edge.
“Just a little more,” she chanted, her face twisting as she chased after a mind-splitting sensation only he could give her.
“I hear you, honey,” Chef said, his tongue getting greedier with every lick. "Every single fuckin' word."
Sugar’s grip on his hair tightened and a silent scream tore through her as her climax drummed through her like a heartbeat. Her pussy pulsed around his fingers. Her body trembled uncontrollably.
She squeezed her eyes shut.
Chef slowed his strokes, drawing out her pleasure until she was left panting and weak-kneed. He withdrew his digits, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean.
Sugar couldn't help but watch, her body still humming with a heady high.
He rose, towering around her again. He made quick work of her midriff top, peeling it off and tossing it aside. His eyes traveled down to her breasts, framed perfectly by her matching bra.
“Turn around,” he ordered, his voice thick with desire.
Panting, Sugar turned to face the bed.
Chef unclasped it, letting it fall to the floor. His calloused hands slid around her ribcage, gently cupping her breasts. She moaned as he kneaded them slowly, his fingers pinching and rolling her hard nipples. His lips trailed soft kisses along the crook of her neck.
God, this man knew how to touch a woman, and they hadn’t even made it to the bed yet.
Sugar melted against him, resting her head on his shoulder as his lips continued their path along her neck.
He suckled her earlobe, then bit down softly, breathing out, “You fit so perfectly in my hands, Sugar.”
She whimpered, her body a mere instrument, and he was the only one who knew how to play it.
She shook her head at his words, but Chef wasn’t having it.
He spun her around and crushed his lips against hers, his tongue invading her mouth, exploring and dominating with every twirl and caress. One hand cupped the back of her head possessively while the other roamed her body, tracing the curve of her waist before palming her ass and giving it a firm, proprietorial squeeze.
When he pulled back, just an inch, his intense gaze locked onto hers. “You’re perfect for me, ya hear?”
“I’m not perfect,” she whispered, her lips swollen from his kisses.
“You’re perfect for me,” Chef asserted, his voice firm.
Sugar nodded, her whisper breathless: "Alright."
“Now, get on the bed and wait for me,” he commanded huskily. “Then I’ll do what I’ve been waitin’ to do since the first time I laid eyes on you.”
Her heart pounded violently in her chest. “And what’s that, Chef?”
“Worship you, sweetheart.”
How could she argue with that?
