*“Your clothes, I want them off and on the floor.” Jackson growled. His voice got to Julia, considering the state of her panties. It took a couple of seconds for what he said to fully registered.*
*“Wait, what?”*
*“You heard me, I want to see your body. Now.”*
*His voice seemed heavier than it was before, tainted with his arousal. She looked down and Jacksons cock was tight against his zipper, and from what Julia could tell, he doesn’t wear underwear. The outline of him was clear, and made her even hotter. Her eyes trailed upwards and met Jackson’s eyes. He dressed so proper in comparison to the promise he was making her with the look in his eyes. The promise that she was going to get the fuck of her life, in the kitchen that Julia fantasized Jackson taking her every time her desire for him overwhelmed her.*
*Julia made her decision and reached behind her to the zipper of her dress and let it fall to the floor. Julia stepped out of her dress and slipped her shoes off. When she reached forward for the front clasp of her bra, Jackson stepped forward.*
*“Stop. I want to look at you.”*
*She let her hands fall. Julia was used to a quick, clothes-off-under-the-sheets-in-under-30-seconds type of sex. She never had a partner just look at her. She almost let herself fell self conscious until she pushed those thoughts and let her want of him take charge. Jackson’s eyes trailed down to her bra, and she could feel her nipples harden under his gaze. Julia wondered if her cups were thick enough to hide it from him.*
*That didn’t matter when he took a step forward and reached to undo her bra. Jackson let out a deep groan when Julia’s bra hit the kitchen floor. His thumbs went over her nipples lightly before he dipped down and and took her into his mouth.*
*Julia never found great pleasure from nipple play, her breasts rarely being sensitive enough to actually bring her pleasure. Julia fought a moan as the pleasure of Jackson’s mouth hit, and her hands reached up to thread her fingers through his blond hair. As she lightly tugged on his hair, he stopped, fully stood and caught her eyes with his hands gripping her hips.*
*“Put your hands behind you on the counter. They move and I stop. Am I clear Julia?”*
*Julia’s breathing got a bit shallow when Jackson said that. Previous partners were always asking her what she wanted, which is respectful. And that’s great. But someone to consensually take control of her when it came to sex? Someone who won’t constantly ask before doing something and trusting her to say when something is too much? That person being Jackson? Hell yes.*
*Obviously she took too long to respond when Jackson slapped her bum to get her attention. Julia looked up to see his facial expression harden.*
*“Yes Jackson.”*
*A slight smile appeared on his face before Jackson bent down and captured her left breast with his mouth. He moved his other hand to her butt as well and kept a strong grip on her. His teeth lightly scrapped Julia’s nipple and this time she couldn’t keep quiet.*
*“Jackson” she moaned out.*
*He bit down onto her nipple and it felt like a direct line to her clit. Julia rubbed her things together to get some type of relief. A consistent throb started in her clit. Jackson must have noticed because one hand left her ass and went into her panties. He lifted his head from her breast and focused on Julia’s face.*
*Julia realized very quickly that Jackson didn’t need any direction when it came to the female body. He went directly to her clit, rubbing her perfectly. Julia’s breathing started to come out in shallow pants. It became a struggle to keep her hands on the counter behind her.*
*Jackson inserted a finger inside of her and his palm rested agains her clit. She clenched down onto him as he would thrust his finger inside of her, and he would rub his palm against her clit. Jackson started a rhythm, thrusting his finger inside of her while stimulating her clit. He added a second finger to her pleasure, getting her so close to heaven. Julia couldn’t stop the moans leaving her mouth. Jackson’s mouth found her neck and left open-mouthed kisses onto her skin. Julia felt herself tense, an orgasm approaching, when his fingers curled inside of her and the roughness of his palm connected with her clit.*
*“Oh god, Jackson” came out of her mouth as Julia felt pleasure wash through her.*
Julia woke up with her hand in her pyjama shorts, an orgasm rolling through her body. A sheen of sweat coated her body. She sat up and wiped her hand on her sheets before stripping her sheets off of her bed and throwing them in the wash.
It wasn’t the first time Julia has dreamt of her boss, Jackson. He was the head chef of the restaurant Julia worked at. The attraction she had for Jackson was there the moment she met him. Nothing had ever happened between them, but that never stopped her fantasies for more. It just made looking him in his eyes, and him giving Julia orders at work all the more difficult.
-Part 1-
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hqoq9o/yes_chef
Very good.