I watched a series when I was thirteen. A show that featured multiple characters stuck in an unknown island. It had its fair share of romance. There was this particular scene where a half naked man cooked meat under the fire since his lady love was shit at it. Let's just say that lady wasn't the only one drooling at the sight of his arms and bronzed chest muscles flexing while he cooked. Call me a helpless fangirl but there was something incredibly sexy about a hot hunk cooking for someone. It has been in my list of fantasies ever since. 
And Rithik Arora was making them true tonight. 
“I made a little something for you.” Rithik told me, while I eye raped him. It was a delight seeing him holding a plate wearing nothing but an apron (as per my request). My shameless hands reached out to feel the curves of his muscles all the way to his taut butt, making him stir. I continued touching him while strictly warning him against dropping his plate. He stiffened when I reached under the apron to coil my fingers around his shaft. 
I smirked.
“Natasha, please...” Rithik mumbled quietly with his jaw clenched when I began to run my soft palm along his hard length. Slowly, I made my way behind his back to hug him with the sole purpose of pressing my pussy against his butt. My fingers began to rub faster. He closed his eyes, inhaling sharply. Oh how I loved the look of pure agony on his face. 
“Not yet, baby,” I replied when he begged me to free him. Thus, I continued to masturbate him. He almost ended up losing control of the plate when I bent down to take him in my mouth. Funny, he wasn't telling me to stop now, despite the situation. I wondered what he made. 
“You can put your plate down.” I told him eventually. He wasn't the only one aroused in the room. 
“You masochist!” He growled as he placed the plate aside. Then in a moment too soon, he hurled me to his shoulder with my face upside down, facing his butt. I let out a surprise squeal. “You've been a bad, bad girl. Time to teach you a lesson.” 
“I can barely wait to be disciplined, Sir.” I managed to reply and giggled as he threw me on his bed. Thus we proceeded to fulfill our sexual hunger for the night.
Or atleast we thought so. 
Since I already aroused Rithik hard enough earlier, it was no surprise that he came first. Alas, his dick couldn't help it. I was yet to orgasm. He didn't give up though. It was when he peppered kisses on the inside of my thighs did I realize what he was aiming for. His mouth inched closer and closer to my center, making me squirm in delight. 
Relax, Natasha. Just relax and don't think about anything. 
I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of his tongue on my cl.it. It was nice until his mouth closed around my pussy again, opening a particular can of memories that I kept closed. My body that felt so hot before, grew rigid as stone. I drew away from him as if he was boiling water. 
“It's okay. I'm done anyway.” I rasped. His brows knitted together like he didn't believe a word of it. I touched his shoulder. “We are not obligated to come every time we have sex.” 
He gently drew my hand away. “It wouldn't be fair if I come and you don't. And especially not fair when you give me such a mind-blowing head while I'm not allowed to do the same.”
“I told you already. I'm not comfortable with oral.” It was the truth. It was one thing I never allowed men to do. I'd be fine with going down on them, but not the other way around. I felt the need to massage my temple. I hated having this conversation and that was when we already talked about it, three times before. “Can we just mov—” 
“That's some load shit of crap coming out of your mouth. I don't even need to ask how reactive your body was to my actions just now...” His frown deepened as he continued to access me. He inched closer to my face. “There's something else, isn't it? Tell me the real reason.”