The Last Dessert - Episode 6
23-09-25 (02:54)
**Episode 6**
Chef stepped behind her once more
and slowly unzipped her dress. The
satin slipped down her body like a
sigh, baring her spine, her sides, the
elegant slope of her hips. The dress
pooled around her ankles with a
whisper of silk.
He knelt, lifting one heel at a time,
careful as he slipped the shoes off,
then gently lifted the dress away
and set it aside.
When he stood again, his breath
caught. She was exquisite. She
wore black lace lingerie—elegant,
simple, deadly. The bra cupped her
small breasts perfectly, sheer
panels offering just enough
mystery while framing the
pronounced swell of her nipples.
The thong was high-waisted, lace
across the hips, a sheer triangular
panel of black that revealed more
than it hid.
She was trembling slightly. Not
from fear. From anticipation.
Chef’s hands slid from her
shoulders, down the slope of her
arms, then to her waist. He let
them linger at her sides before
tracing the curve of her spine,
following it lower, until he knelt
behind her again.
With reverent hands, he caressed
her legs—fingers tracing the lines of
her calves, the sensitive skin behind
her knees, up over her thighs. She
shifted slightly, barely able to
breathe.
When his hands reached her hips,
he let them pause —then slid
inward to cup her ass, squeezing
gently. He leaned forward and
kissed the base of her spine, right
where' it dipped, warm breath
feathering against her skin. Then his
voice again, low and honest.
“I’ve always thought you were
beautiful, Sophie. I know you don’t
always feel that way. But your
body? It’s near perfect.” Don't forget to leave a Comment 
