Suckers at Supper

The fragrant steam wafted from the pot on the stove, a slow-simmering curry with spices that clung to the air like a lover’s embrace. Basil. Cumin. Cardamom. The kitchen was warm, the kind of warmth that made the corners of the room feel cozy and alive. He stood at the counter, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, stirring the golden broth with an easy rhythm. His hands knew this dance well—the steady stir, the occasional pinch of salt, the watchful eye on the clock.

Behind him, she leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her chest. She watched him work, her gaze tracing the curve of his back as he moved. There was something intoxicating about this moment, about the way he seemed so focused yet utterly unaware of her presence. The faint scent of her perfume lingered in the air, mingling with the spices, creating a heady blend that was uniquely theirs.

“You’re staring,” he said without turning around, his voice low and amused.

She smiled, unbothered by the fact that she’d been caught. “And you’re avoiding me.”

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest as he continued to stir. “Avoiding you? If anything, I’m doing all the work while you do nothing but watch.”

“Oh, I’m not doing nothing,” she replied, her tone teasing. She pushed off the doorframe and stepped further into the room, her bare feet silent against the tiled floor. “I’m mentally preparing dinner.”

He glanced over his shoulder, his dark eyes catching hers for just a second before he turned back to the pot. “Mentally preparing dinner, huh? Sounds like quite the task.”

“It is when the chef won’t even give me a taste,” she said, her voice a little closer now. She reached out, her fingers brushing against his arm as she leaned in to peer into the pot. Her touch was light, almost imperceptible, but it sent a ripple down his spine nonetheless.

“Careful,” he warned, his tone half-serious. “You’ll burn your nose off if you get too close.”

“Then maybe you should feed me instead,” she suggested, her lips curving into a sly smile.
She straightened, her gaze locking onto his. There was something in her eyes—something playful, hungry, and undeniably inviting.

He set the spoon down with deliberate care, his movements slow and calculated. He turned to face her fully, one hand bracing itself against the countertop as he studied her.
“You’re irresistible,” he murmured, though there was no real reprimand in his voice.
Just admiration.

“And you love it,” she shot back, her confidence unwavering. She took another step closer, her body now within reach. Her hands slid along his chest, her fingers splayed wide as she pressed herself against him. The heat between them was instant, electric, sparking like wildfire.

His breath hitched, just barely, but she noticed. She could feel the way his heart pounded beneath her hand, the way his pulse raced under her fingertips. It thrilled her, this power she had over him, this ability to unravel him with just a look, a touch, a word.

With a move so swift it left him breathless; she grabbed her t-shirt and pulled it over her head in one fluid motion. The fabric fluttered to the floor, and suddenly she was standing before him in nothing but her bra and jeans, her skin glowing in the soft light of the kitchen.

HIs eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat as he drank in the sight of her. He hadn’t expected this. Hadn’t dared to hope for it. But there she was, brazen and beautiful, challenging him with every inch of her being.

“You asked me to undress, So here I am.”

His hands found her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. He could feel the rapid beat of her heart and bulging breast against his chest, hear the slight hitch in her breath as she tilted her head back to meet his gaze.

Before he could respond, she reached up, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled his mouth to hers. The kiss was fierce, urgent, a declaration of everything unsaid between them. His hands slid up her sides, tracing the curve of her ribcage as his tongue danced with hers, hot and relentless.

She moaned softly into his mouth, her body arching against his as the heat between them intensified. Her hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closer still, unwilling to let even an inch of distance remain between them.

He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, nibbling and tasting every inch of exposed skin. She tilted her head to the side, giving him better access, her breaths coming faster now as his teeth grazed the sensitive spot just below her ear.
she gasped, her voice trembling with need. “Please.”

His hands slid down her sides, his touch electrifying her skin as he lifted her effortlessly onto the counter. The cool surface pressed against her back, but it was nothing compared to the heat radiating from his body as he stepped between her legs. His dark eyes locked onto hers, smoldering with desire, and she felt herself melting under his gaze.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and husky, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “I can’t get enough of you.”

She let out a soft, breathy laugh, her fingers trailing down his chest. “Then don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice laced with invitation. “Not until I say so.”

He didn’t waste another moment. He leaned in, his lips capturing one of her nipples through the thin fabric of her laced bra. She gasped, arching into his touch as he suckled gently at first, then with increasing fervor. His teeth grazed the sensitive peak, sending shivers down her spine.

“Ah!” she cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the counter for support. Her head fell back, exposing the curve of her neck as she moaned, the sound deep and unrestrained. “Yes, … that’s it… just like that.”

He took his time, lavishing attention on her breasts, teasing and tasting each one with equal devotion. His hands slid under her jeans, he pulled her jeans down her hips, revealing the lacy thong beneath.

“God, you’re perfect,” he growled, his voice thick with desire as he hooked his fingers under the delicate fabric and slid it down her thighs. She kicked off her jeans and panties, spreading her legs wider for him, her breath catching as his hands returned to her thighs, his fingertips tracing delicate patterns up toward her core.

 “Don’t make me wait anymore.”

Without a word, he dropped to his knees in front of her. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her in place as his hot breath caressed her vulva. Her heart hammered in her chest, her body already tensing in anticipation.

And then he kissed her.
It wasn’t gentle. It was possessive, ravenous, as his tongue darted out to lap at her swollen clit. She cried out, her hands flying to his hair as she bucked against his mouth. “Oh my god,” she gasped, her body alive with sensation. “ please… harder.”

He obeyed instantly, his tongue swirling faster, digging deeper as he pressed his face firmly against her. Her nails dug into his scalp, her hips thrusting uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She could feel her orgasm building, closer and closer, but she wanted more. She needed more.

“Fuck, … I need you inside me,” she panted, her voice cracking with desperation. “Now.”
But he wasn’t done yet. He pulled back slightly, his hand sliding between her legs to tease her pussy. His finger slipped inside, curling expertly as he continued to feast on her clit with his tongue. She groaned, her body vibrating with pleasure as he worked her mercilessly.

“You taste so good,” he muttered against her, his voice muffled by her flesh. “So sweet…”

His words sent a jolt of arousal through her, making her even wetter. She could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter within her, ready to explode. “ I’m close… I’m so close…”

Her words seemed to push him over the edge. With a growl, he plunged two fingers deep inside her, curling them again as he sucked hard on her clit. Her body convulsed, her back arching off the counter as she came hard, her cries echoing through the kitchen.

“Yes! Yes!” she screamed, her voice full of raw, unfiltered ecstasy. Her hips jerked wildly as she rode out her climax, her body shuddering with each wave of pleasure.

He didn’t stop. He kept going, relentless in his pursuit, drawing out her orgasm until she was spent, her body limp and trembling. Only when she finally went still did he pull away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Your turn,” she said breathlessly, her eyes glowing with triumph. “Lie down.”

Without hesitation, He complied, leaning back against the counter as she slid off the edge. She knelt between his legs, her hands sliding up his thighs as she nuzzled her face against his growing erection through his pants.

“Mmm,” she hummed, her breath hot against him. “You smell so good.”

She undid his belt with practiced ease, pulling down his zipper before freeing him completely. His cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, already glistening with pre-cum. She wrapped her fingers around him, stroking slowly as she looked up at him with a devilish grin.

“You’re so big,” she teased, her voice dripping with mischief. “Think you can handle me?”
He groaned, his hands tangling in her hair. “Try me.”

With a wicked laugh, She took him into her mouth, her lips closing around his tip as she flicked her tongue across the sensitive slit, his hands tightening in her hair as she began to bob her head, taking more and more of him with each downward motion.

he groaned, his voice strained. “You’re killing me.”

She only chuckled around his length, her tongue swirling as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder with each pass. His head fell back, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as she drove him closer to the edge.

“Stop… stop,” he pleaded, though his tone was far from convincing. “I need… I need you inside you.”

She pulled off him with a smirk, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Patience, we’ve got all day.”

She rose to her feet, her eyes never leaving his as she straddled him, positioning herself above his shaft. Slowly, teasingly, she lowered herself onto him, inch by inch, feeling him fill her completely. his hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements as she settled fully onto him, their bodies merging in perfect harmony.

“Still want me to be patient?” he asked, his voice hoarse with lust.

She smiled, her hands braced against his shoulders. “Not even a little.”