I pick myself up and get back to my task. The potatoes are done by this point, so I turn off the stove and prepare the steak. Some salt and some pepper. I start cutting up some thyme and lightly smashing some garlic. The knife feels weak in my hands. I'm still exhausted from a few moments ago, but there is a task to complete.
The steak loudly sizzles as I place it on the hot pan. The smells wafted in my face. Y/N walks over at this point, "Mmm, smells good. I like mine medium rare by the way." I can feel her pressing up against my back and leaning over my shoulder.
"Uh, it's kinda hard for me to cook like this", I say, "Could you give me some space and I'll have your food ready in just a bit."
"Oh do you not like it?", she says as she rubs her hands along my back and sides. "Do you want me to stop?"
"I- uh", stumbling over my words as she slowly lifts my shirt up and grazes across my chest. I can feel the slight splatter of oil as the steak cooks.
"Good. I think the steak is ready to flip. Go ahead, I won't tolerate anything over medium rare."
I grab the tongs and as I start to turn it over, she reaches her hand down my abdomen and I jump a little, dropping the steak on the pan. A bit of the oil splashes onto me and I wince.
She whispers to me, "Careful. Don't want you ruining my meal. And make sure the steak cooks properly as well." I can feel my face turning red and I'm getting hot in more ways than one. I have to keep going though. She's not going to stop and I can't either. I start browning the sides of the steak as she continues to feel more of my body. The steak is browning nicely, but I can feel my pants getting tighter. She motions for me to take my shirt off and so I oblige. I can feel the slight prick of the oil on my stomach. "Almost done. Just need to make it a little bit more", I think to myself.
I stretch to grab the garlic, thyme, and butter to start basting the steak. She adds some flavor and starts kissing along my collarbone. Slow and gentle. It's heavenly and I stop basting.
"Ah ah ah, you can't stop. That's the most important part." Y/N teases. I try and get back to it. Moving the spoon back and forth to splash the steak with the butter in the pan. Every kiss makes me shake just a little. One of her hands, slowly, goes down and reaches below my waistband. I can feel her rubbing my already erect dick. Just a little more. The kisses are getting more aggressive, and more passionate. It's hot, too hot. How much longer on this steak? 10 seconds? 5? It feels like I've been here for an eternity. Drowning in the gentle, but firm pleasure. I'm can't take anymore.
"It's done", I say as I break away from her. I can't make eye contact with her, but I can feel those powerful eyes piercing through me. I try my best not to focus on it as I start plating everything. Mashed potatoes, and steak with my own sauce. I bring the 2 plates to the table and sit down with my head glued to my plate.
"Hmmm, this doesn't look medium rare. Did you get distracted and mess up?"
I don't say a word. I don't know what to say.
"Welp, since you failed such a simple task, you need to be punished. On the floor," she commands. Without another word, I get on both knees and await my punishment.
"Eat", is the only thing I hear. I look up at her in the chair with her legs bare. "If you can't make my food right, maybe you can at least make me feel good while I eat my meal."
My eyes light up a little, but I try to hide it. "But, I'm-" I say before she interrupts, "Did I say you had a choice? Eat."
My mouth started watering uncontrollably. Struggling to keep my composure and the saliva from falling out of my mouth, I leaned forward and started on my own meal. I gave hesitant and slow licks at first just to get used to her body. The first thing I notice is her perfume. The strong flowery scent lured me further in with its overwhelming and intoxicating scent. My mind turned fuzzy as I swayed further in, burying myself in her folds. The small licks turned into powerful, passionate pushes into her. I want to taste more. It's not enough. I need every bit of this. My senses dull as my mind sinks deeper into the fog of her perfume until I'm pulled out by the sound of her silky voice.
"Mmmm now this is a meal. Maybe you didn't do too bad with this steak. Keep this up and I might have a present for you, " she teased.
I break away hearing this and look up at her, "You got me a present?" I ask softly.
Her expression switches from enjoyment to a serious grimace. "Did I say you could stop?" In a quick motion, she wraps her thick thighs around the back of my head and presses me back into her vagina. "I've got a present for a good boy and good boys do as they're told. Don't stop until I've finished my meal," she commands as she returns to eating her food.
That's right, I can't let myself get carried away. Tonight I exist only to please her, to give her all of me and everything that she needs. Her perfume is still just as strong, but the fog clears from my mind. I resume my duties and put intention behind my movements. Long and deliberate strokes from the entrance of her vagina to her clit. Over and over again, I keep licking when I hear slight moans coming from above. I'm glad she's loving this just as much as I am. I can feel my cock getting uncomfortably big in my pants, but I wouldn't dare touch myself before she gives me permission. I already have something I need to be doing anyway.
