Dinner surprise.

Stepping into the kitchen, I could see nothing exciting or surprising. “So, why are we here?” I asked him.

“Get onto the counter, lie on your back,” he ordered me.

I shrugged and climbed up onto the stone counter. It was very cold and quickly, goose flesh jumped out on my skin. “So, you want to fuck me on the kitchen counter?” I asked.

“I said, no questions,” he reiterated.

I bit my lip as he walked naked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. Here I was, horny, dripping wet, and he was all but ignoring me. I turned my head to watch him and saw him pulling things from the fridge. “Sushi?” I asked.

I hadn’t seen the egg flip on the counter, and he quickly grabbed it and spun around. He slapped it down on my tit, right above my piercing, and I yelped. Thick red lines with thin whiter ones between stood out almost instantly, and I shut my mouth.

Very slowly, he pulled out the containers and started to lay sushi on my naked body, piece by piece. I was decorated. As he finished in one spot, he would lay down a small plastic dish with dry ice in it. I assumed to keep the fish cold. The plastic of the dishes was very cold and made me shiver.

He draped pickled ginger around my breasts, a line of fresh salmon down my sternum. On my stomach was sushi with avocado. Then he added small dishes of soy sauce and wasabi, then a drizzle of mayonnaise. The whole time I lay there silent.

Once it was all ready, he pulled out a bottle of sparkling sake and some chopsticks. Over the next hour, he ate and fed me, dipping sushi into the soy sauce and wasabi below and pressing it to my lips. Providing me with long pieces of raw salmon and watching as I slurped them in. He didn’t say anything, and neither did I, but there was something erotic about it, him eating food off my naked body.

Every once in a while, he would touch my breast or the inside of my thighs, and I would softly moan. When only a few pieces were remaining, he put his chopsticks down, and I felt his hand at my cunt. Slowly he rubbed my lips and slit, finding my clit and teasing me as he bent his head down and ate the last of the sushi straight from my naked form. My moans were slutty as I ground my hips into his fingers. “Please, God, let me at least taste your cock?” I begged.

He smiled at me. “Shoes off,” he said before turning away from me and tasting me on his fingers. He then slid a door open to reveal a small shower room. “Then rinse off; sorry, no hot water in this shower. I need your skin nice and cold for the next part.”

I turned and sat on the counter; I knew my cunt was leaving juices behind. “I can’t believe this; you know you could have already fucked me?” I said, standing up.

He nodded, “I could have fucked you the other night, but where would the fun be if it was so easy for you? Now rinse off.”

I took my shoes off and untied the bows, moaning as my nipples tingled with arousal and the blood flow returned to them. Then I stepped into the room and moved to close the door, and Craig stopped me and quickly scooted up onto the kitchen counter, a perfect viewing position.

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