We were in the kitchen finishing up a dish for a family event we would be attending later that evening. I was in the middle of the last step, stirring the pot until the contents were at the right consistency. It was an easy task, one that allowed my mind to wander over the events of that morning. I smiled softly as I mused, getting lost in the memories and enjoying the physical reactions that the recollections create.
My smile widens as I feel you come up behind me and run your hands over my hips. You pull me close and I surrender my weight to your support.
"I have an idea to make thinks interesting," you say mischievously.
"Oh?" I reply archly, "How so?"
You run your hand down my arm until you are guiding the spoon in the pot with sensual turns.
"I was thinking that it would be interesting to see if you could make me cum before this dish is finished."
Grinning, I thrust my hips back and shimmy my way down your front so that I can caress your already hard cock with my ass on the way back up.
"Challenge accepted." I say as I move away from the stove and turn to face you, my hands already at the zipper of your pants.
Kneeling before you, I carefully free your cock, pushing back the fabric until your entire length is revealed. I smile a Cheshire grin as I slowly lean forward, my lips parting over the head and down the shaft, my tongue softly playing with the underside.
You make a sound, somewhere between a sigh of contentment and a groan of pleasure. I chuckle in response and feel you grip my hair to steady yourself.
Slowly, I work my mouth up and down your shaft, making sure to take you deeper each time, until you reach the back of my throat. I pause, holding you there as my tongue softly moves against you. I swallow, just to see if I can, and you grab my head with both hands, forcing me to stay still. I can feel you restraining yourself from ramming yourself deeper into my throat until you orgasm.
Your grip in my hair relaxes, and I use that opportunity to come up for air. Glancing up at you, I see your face. Your eyes are closed in concentration just to keep yourself upright. Your hand on the spoon has slowed, barely stirring the contents of the pot at all.
Taking a breath, I mentally challenge myself to see how deep I can take you in my throat, to see if at this angle I can work you in all the way so that when you do cum it pours down my esophagus.
Once again, I take you into my mouth. My tongue strokes the underside as I purposefully go for the hilt. I reach that spot where the curvature of my throat requires me to be a little bit forceful. But I can feel it, I can feel that if I can just get the right angle it will penetrate to the esophagus and I can finish you off.
My hands grip your legs as I go for it, and there! The thrill of success as I hear you utter an oath, your voice half strangled by the sensations as your orgasm almost buckles your knees, my hands and arms turning into supports for you.
I don't move until I feel your spasms stopping, the need to breathe becoming almost overwhelming. When I do finally disengage from your body, you are caught unawares and your knees almost buckle again.
My throat feels stretched out, but my face glows with pride at a job well done as I quietly wait for you to catch your breath. When you finally seem to have control of yourself once again, I grin up at you. "Did I succeed? Did I make you cum before it was done cooking?"
You hold out your hand to help me stand up and nod. "You exceeded my expectations. Now finish up here while I go get changed for the event tonight. And then when we get back I will make sure to properly reward you for a job well done."
I resume stirring the pot, my mind replaying the recent events as a soft smile once again plays over my lips.