Emi was busy cooking in the kitchen, her brown shirt slightly damp with sweat from the warmth of the stove.
The white shorts she wore hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her shapely thighs and buttocks as she moved around.
Over the top, she had tied an apron that said "Kiss the Chef," not expecting to be taken so literally.
Kenji had snuck up behind her, his eyes drawn to the way her body moved as she stirred a pot of sauce.
He couldn't resist the urge anymore. He reached around her waist, his hand slipping under the apron to feel the smooth, warm skin beneath.
Emi jumped a little, feeling his touch, and turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, a smile playing on her lips. "What are you doing, Kenji?" she asked playfully.
Kenji leaned in closer, his breath tickling the sensitive skin on her neck. "Just admiring the view," he murmured, before planting a soft kiss on her cheek. His hand traveled lower, down the curve of her waist and to the hem of her shorts.
He could feel her tense up slightly as he rubbed his hardening dick against her, his desire growing with each passing second.
With a mischievous grin, Kenji slid his other hand under the fabric of her shorts. He found her wetness immediately, his fingertips teasing the soft folds of her pussy. Emi gasped and her knees weakened slightly at the unexpected intimacy. "Kenji," she said, a hint of a warning in her voice, but it was too late.
He was already lost in the moment, his thumb circling her clit while his other hand held her firmly around the waist to keep her upright. His mouth moved to her neck, kissing and sucking gently, leaving a trail of heat along her collarbone.
Emi's heart was racing now, and she could feel her resolve melting away. She leaned back into him, her body responding to his touch despite her initial protest.
The kitchen was a whirlwind of sensations: the smell of the food, the heat from the stove, and the growing fire between them.
Kenji's fingers slipped inside her, curling gently as he searched for that spot that would make her moan. And moan she did, her body shivering with pleasure as he hit it just right.
Her hand reached back to grip his arm, her nails digging into his skin as she tried to hold onto something, anything, while he pleasured her so thoroughly.
Her hips began to move, rocking back into him as he thrust his fingers in and out, matching the rhythm of his hand.
Emi's breathing grew ragged, her eyes half-closed as she leaned against the kitchen counter for support.
Kenji's hand never stopped moving, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. And when she finally reached it, her orgasm washed over her in waves, leaving her trembling and gasping for air.
Kenji stepped back, his own need obvious in the bulge pushing against his pants. "Now, let's see what else we can cook up," he said with a smoldering look in his eyes. Kenji turned off the stove and turned on the fan.
With a swift motion, Kenji pulled her shorts down to her ankles, exposing her to the cool kitchen air. He stepped back just enough to admire her, his eyes dark with desire. "Bend over," he instructed, his voice gruff.
Emi obeyed, leaning over the kitchen counter, her ass in the air. Kenji stepped closer, his hand smacking her firmly, making her yelp.
He reached between her legs and found her pussy, his fingers sliding inside her with ease. He stroked her, his thumb brushing against her clit, making her moan and buck against his hand.
He didn't waste any time, pulling his cock out and positioning it at her entrance. With one hard thrust, he filled her up, making her cry out. He began to fuck her from behind, his strokes deep and demanding.
The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the kitchen, mixing with Emi's whimpers of pleasure.
Her hands gripped the counter tightly as Kenji's hips slammed into hers. She could feel every inch of him, stretching and filling her up completely.
He reached around to play with her clit, his fingers moving in sync with his thrusts.
Emi's breath hitched as the pressure built within her. "Oh god, Kenji, I'm going to come," she panted.
"Good," he groaned, his rhythm increasing. "Come for me, baby."
It didn't take much longer for Emi to reach her climax, her body shaking with the intensity of her orgasm. Kenji continued to pound into her, his own release building. He pulled out and painted her ass with his cum, the warm liquid dripping down her thighs.
They stood there, both panting and spent, the aroma of dinner forgotten in the heat of their passion. "Well," Emi said, a smirk playing on her lips as she straightened up and pulled her