We lied down on the bed together. I rested my elbow on the bed and propped my head up on my hand. I lovingly gazed at Chef Ramsay as I slowly caressed his body with my fingertips. As I got close to his nipples I could see goosebumps rising up on his skin. He closed his eyes. I kissed his nipple gently and he moaned softly. I continued caressing him. First his ribs, then stomach, around his navel, his hips and down his thigh. His breathing was very deep and steady.

Slowly I made my way south of his navel. His blond pubic hair was neatly trimmed. I gently stroked his shaft. I could feel him twitching in my hand. I grabbed his dick softly and ran my hand up and down. It started to stiffen and swell noticeably. I lifted it up and put it in my mouth. Slowly I started to suck the tip while gently gripping the shaft of it. Chef Ramsay moaned a bit louder as he thrust his hips up slightly.

"No… None of that this time," I said with a sly smile.

"Yes, Madam," he laughed. The roles were reversed.

After a while Chef Ramsay put his hands on my head. Just as I was about to tell him off for being dominant again, he whispered to me and asked me to stop what I was doing.

"Stop. Come here, come kiss me."

I got up and moved next to him on the bed. As we were lying side by side, he held my head tenderly with one hand as he kissed me. His other hand caressed my body. He then took his dick in his hand, stroked it a few times and gently guided it inside of me. I gasped as he entered slowly. He started to thrust into me, never breaking the kiss. His eyes were closed. It wasn't until I gently stroked his face that he opened them. He pulled away from the kiss and continued staring deep into my eyes as he fucked me slowly, all the while holding my face tenderly in his hand. I could have died happy right then and there.

After a while he changed his position and lied on top of me. His body was heavy and smelled of cologne, sweat and plain, naked skin. I pressed my face against his chest and gripped his back. I whispered his name and he started to thrust faster. His dick was at a perfect angle, he stroked my g-spot with every thrust. I soon felt myself getting close.

"Can I cum?" I asked him.

"Of course, you silly twit!" I could feel him laughing at me inside of his head.

I felt the all-too-familiar fluster creep up on me again. After a few more thrusts I only managed to whimper "Yes, Chef" as I came, my body bucking wildly into his. My muscles tightened around his shaft and gripped his dick like a vice.

"Ow! Hey, watch it!" he laughed, snapping me out of my trance. I muttered a quick apology, not meaning a word of what I said.

As Chef Ramsay kept going, I just looked at him in adoration. His eyes were closed again, his lips pursed tightly. His forehead was glistening with sweat. As I ran my fingers through his hair, he opened his eyes again and smiled. He was amazingly beautiful. As he was getting closer he grabbed my arms and pinned them above my head. I knew where this was headed but I didn't care, I'd had enough romance for the night.

He gripped my hands tight and started to thrust faster. Harder. He groaned loudly. It felt like he was trying to split me in half with his dick. Finally his body tensed and he threw his head back. I held my breath as I gripped his dick tight with my muscles. Time seemed to stand still as he was lying on top of me, frozen in ecstasy. I could feel his dick spasm inside of me. He thrust into me shallowly a few more times until he collapsed on top of me in a heaving, huffing mess.

I held him while his breathing steadied. I ran my fingers through his hair and breathed in his scent. I wanted the moment to last forever.