A Night of Passion in the Kitchen

"Ah, it feels so good to touch the water because it's so hot."
After dinner, as usual, I, Emily, was humming while washing the dishes.

It's been getting hotter lately, and during the day the water gets a bit lukewarm, but at night it's cold and feels good, so washing dishes isn't a chore.

"It's so hot."
My boyfriend, Michael, who was staying over, came out of the bathroom.
He was only wearing a towel around his waist.

He offered to help with the dishes, but since there was a DVD we wanted to watch together, I suggested he take a bath first.

"Oh, by the way, I bought some ice cream. Emily, which one do you want?"
"I want the caramel one."

Michael took out the coffee-flavored ice cream and started eating it deliciously.

"...Michael, it's hot over here, so why don't you watch TV over there? And please put on some clothes."
I asked, puzzled by Michael staring at me while standing next to me.

"Huh? Oh, I just like seeing you in an apron, Emily. I wanted to watch you."
Michael said without any embarrassment.

Even though it wasn't a girly apron with ribbons or frills. It had a bit of lace at the hem, but it was black, made of water-repellent material, and very practical.

Men say they have a thing for aprons... even this kind gets compliments. Michael, who was supposed to be beside me, somehow moved behind me and wrapped one arm around my waist.

"Michael? It's hot over here."
"It's fine, the fan is on. ...Oops, sorry."
"Hey, that's cold!"

Eating ice cream in front of the fan makes it melt quickly. Ice cream dripped onto my bare shoulder.

Michael licked off the dripping ice cream.
"Mmm."
The rough texture of his tongue tickled, and I couldn't help but let out a sound.

"Did you feel that?"
Michael whispered in my ear with a smirk.
He teased me while stroking my butt.

"Cold, stop it!"
"Sorry, but it's melting fast."

Michael tried to lick off the ice cream that had dripped onto my shoulder again...
"Oh, it went inside my clothes."

It passed my collarbone and dripped down to my chest.
"How far did it go?"
"Wait, your hand!"

Michael slipped his hand inside my apron and cupped my chest over my clothes.
I was wearing a shirt dress with front buttons, so Michael quickly started unbuttoning it.

"Stop, I'm washing dishes! Your hand is in the way! Mmm!"

My hands were still covered in soap suds from washing the dishes.

"Come on, I need to check where it dripped. It'll get sticky."
"Listen to me! Ah."

Michael finished his ice cream and started kneading my chest with both hands.
"It's sticky here."
"Michael, stop."

The ice cream left a sticky trail on my décolletage. His fingers caught on my chest, making it feel even more sensitive.
Enjoying my reaction, Michael pinched the peaks of my soft mounds over my bra with his thumb and forefinger.

"Ah, no..."
"Emily, you don't wear thick bras, do you? It's easy to feel these hard things, which is good for me."

"It's summer, it's hot, and it gets stuffy... mmm."
My nipples were being squished and kneaded over my bra.
Then, Michael bit my neck.

Michael has a habit of biting.
He never bites hard enough to hurt, but just enough to leave a faint mark, and then he always licks it tenderly.

At first, I was scared it would hurt, but after two years together, I know he won't hurt me, and just being bitten excites me.

"You can continue washing the dishes."
Even though I was trembling with pleasure and couldn't continue washing, Michael said this knowingly.

Unable to say anything out of frustration, I had to endure the pleasure.

Michael pulled down my bra and directly fondled my breasts for a while, then one hand left my chest.
Suddenly, my skirt was lifted to my waist, and his hand started moving back and forth, kneading my butt and the area between my legs.

As he kneaded my butt, the flesh of my crack was pulled, making me aware of the wet sounds coming from my honey pot.

Michael's left hand supported my body and continued kneading my right breast.
His right hand kneaded my butt, stroked the inside of my thigh, and teased my clit over my panties.

Meanwhile, he licked my neck and ears.
The various stimuli made my womb itch.

"Haha, your underwear is already wet. Emily, you're so naughty."
"Idiot, stop it!"

Then, Michael's hands left my body, and he pulled my waist back.
The heat from his body left my back, and a cool breeze flowed for a moment...

"Michael, wait!"
In the next moment, my panties were pulled down.

"...So erotic... Aprons are really erotic. Naked aprons are a fantasy, but half-naked is also nice."

He easily lifted one of my legs and took off my panties. The crotch of my panties, left on my left leg, felt cool and wet against my skin, making me embarrassed.

Under my apron, Michael brought his face between my open legs.

I felt his breath as he laughed softly while stroking my slit with his index finger.
"Emily, you're soaking wet."
"Ah, no."

A warm, rough sensation attacked my slit.
Michael was licking me.
Because of the apron, I couldn't see, making me more sensitive to each sensation.

Unable to support myself, I leaned forward on the counter, propping myself up with my elbows.

His tongue touched my clitoris, and his teeth grazed my pubic bone.
His tongue tip was right on my urethra.

As he moved his tongue, my clit was stimulated, making it hard to stand.
When I tried to move my hips to escape the intense pleasure, Michael held me firmly.

"No, stop, ah!"
Even though I said no, Michael didn't stop his caresses.

---Slurp! Suck
Even after his tongue stopped, he strongly sucked my clitoris.

My hips started shaking.
The pleasure was so intense that I twitched with each movement.

"This place is twitching a lot. And it's stringing. So erotic."
"Ah, no, ah!"

Michael's bony finger was shallowly inserted into my honey pot.

"It's barely in, but it's clinging so much."
Enjoying the stickiness inside, his finger slowly, slowly entered.

"...Michael, ah, ah..."
When his finger reached my G-spot.
Michael started sucking my slit again.

"No, don't! I'm going to... ah!"
His finger moved in and out gently, feeling the bumps and ridges of my flesh.

When I was getting more and more aroused, his finger stopped moving from my G-spot.
Then, his fist started vibrating like a vibrator.

While licking my clit, his finger stimulated my G-spot.
Michael, who knew my body inside out, accurately and quickly pushed me to the edge.

"No, I can't, I can't... I'm going to... ah!"

"...One finger can't stop it. It's overflowing."
I climaxed, my hips and legs trembling.
The stimulation finally stopped, and I quickly turned on the faucet to rinse the soap off my hands.

Sitting on the floor, I signaled Michael with my eyes to stand up.
"...Are you okay? Doesn't your butt hurt here?"

"I want to make you feel good too, Michael..."
My embarrassment had disappeared somewhere.
I wanted to make Michael feel good too.

Michael stood up hesitantly, his center already forming a peak against gravity.

"...It's so big."
"It's amazing that something like this fits inside you, Emily. It's so tight."

Michael had a huge member.
The first time we did it, I was so surprised by its size and shook my head, thinking it wouldn't fit.

In the end, Michael gently coaxed me, and we managed to do it.
Michael always carefully prepared me.

Because I had been washing dishes, my fingers were wet and not suitable for stroking Michael's hard member.

Pre-cum was on the tip, shining brightly in the well-lit kitchen.

I placed my fingers at the base and kissed the tip, the underside, the base, and the scrotum in turn.
When I licked his pubic area and the inside of his thighs, Michael's hips twitched in response, making me happy.

After stimulating him with just my lips, I started using my tongue, then opened my mouth slightly to use the mucous membrane inside my mouth to caress his penis.

Occasionally looking at Michael's face, I saw him enduring the pleasure with an ecstatic expression, his mouth tightly closed.
When our eyes met, he gently smiled and stroked my hair.

Responding to him, I took his glans into my mouth, making him gasp.
Inside my mouth, I licked his glans with my soft tongue and teased his urethra with the tip of my tongue.

Using my lips skillfully, I lightly sucked and moved my head.
His hips twitched every time I reached the ridge of his glans.

After releasing his penis from my mouth, I used the mucous membrane inside my mouth to suck on the underside and sides of his penis.
Sliding my face up and down, I paid special attention to the ridge of his glans.

Licking his glans with my tongue and sucking a bit harder.
I was thrilled by Michael's reactions to each of my actions.

"Stop, it's too much..."
Even though he said that, I didn't stop my fellatio.

"No, it's too much, ah!"
He quickly pulled his penis away.

When I pouted, he grabbed my hand firmly and made me stand up.
Then, he turned me back towards the kitchen counter.
With Michael behind me, I was made to stick out my butt.

"Sorry, I only used one finger today, but... I can't hold back..."
---Squish

"Ah, wait, it's too big... ah!"
The overwhelming pressure and different sensation attacked me.
Michael entered me from behind without a condom.

"...It's too tight, I can't last long... sorry, Emily, I didn't use a condom, but I'll take responsibility..."
His slightly sweaty hands grabbed my waist.

"Ah, inside, come inside."
"Don't tease me."

Just not using a condom made such a difference.
The feeling of our mucous membranes touching directly was incredibly pleasurable.

Michael, who always used at least two fingers to prepare me, only used one today.
The pressure was intense.

His huge penis felt like it would explode inside my tight vaginal walls.
When it reached the deepest part, the pleasure almost pierced through my brain.
The raw sensation was overwhelming.

"Sorry, I'm going to move."
Because I was so wet, the sliding was smooth.
His thrusts from behind were relentless, growing more intense.

"Ah, no, it feels so good!"
The animalistic pleasure from the back position quickly brought me to the edge.

"Too tight, I'm going to come."
"No, I can't, I'm coming!"

We both climaxed almost simultaneously.
But...
"Sorry, Emily, I want to keep going."
Michael was still hard even after coming.
He immediately started stroking again.

It was the first time we continued without pulling out.
And today, he wasn't using a condom.
I was quickly aroused again without a break.

"Ah, wait, not yet... ah."
This time, his thrusts had some variation.
Occasionally, he lifted one leg, hitting different angles.

Even after making me come again, his thrusts continued.
But when he saw the milky fluid leaking from my honey pot, Michael couldn't contain his excitement.

He lowered the leg he was holding and started thrusting vigorously again.
"Ah, suddenly! Michael, no, I'm going to come!"

"It's okay, I'm almost there too..."
When I came, my insides twitched and tightened, making Michael come immediately.

Covered in sweat, I complained to Michael, who then washed my body in the shower.
He also cleaned up the dishes, but with a beaming smile, he attacked me again.

Fin.