Kiss the Chef (US Edition) Ch. 01

The Concert was over and Taylor Swift was exhausted. As one of the biggest pop stars in the world, she was constantly on the go from one sold out show to the next. While the high of performing for thousands of adoring fans still gave her a rush, the travel and hectic schedule were starting to wear her down.

As she collapsed into her luxury tour bus, Taylor requested something light for dinner. Her long-time assistant and manager Nina informed her they had hired a private chef to cater all her meals for the remainder of the tour. His name was Michael and he had apparently graduated at the top of his class from culinary school.

When Michael arrived with her meal, Taylor was surprised by how handsome he was. With his wavy brown hair and easy smile, he was definitely easy on the eyes. But she was more impressed by the delicious cuisine he had prepared - salmon over quinoa with sautéed vegetables. It was healthy but incredibly flavourful.

"This is amazing," Taylor said after her first bite. "You really know your way around a kitchen."

Michael smiled shyly. "Thank you, it's nice to cook for someone who truly appreciates good food."

From that night on, Michael's meals became the highlight of each day for Taylor. They would chat during each meal as she learned more about his passion for cooking and he learned about the rigours of her touring life. Taylor found herself looking forward to these brief interludes, enjoying his kind nature and humour.

One night, Taylor was staying in a luxurious hotel suite looking out at the city lights. She had just finished a room service meal but was still craving something sweet.

She gave Michael a call. "Any chance you have another one of your incredible desserts ready?" she asked hopefully.

"As a matter of fact, I do," Michael replied. "I'll be right over."

Soon there was a knock on the door. When Taylor opened it, she found Michael holding a tray with something that smelled absolutely divine - creamy and buttery with just a hint of cinnamon.

"I made these classic French apple tartlets with a delicate pastry cream and fresh apples," Michael said as he set the tray down. "I hope you like them."

Taylor took a bite and closed her eyes in bliss. "Michael, this is unbelievable. The light puff pastry just melts in your mouth and the apples and custard are so rich and flavourful."

"I'm glad you're enjoying it," he said with a smile, clearly pleased with her reaction.

That's when Taylor realized she no longer wanted to eat alone. She took Michael's hand and led him over to the plush couch, where they fed each other bites of tartlet while gazing into each other's eyes.

As Taylor gazed into Michael's kind eyes, she could no longer hold back her growing feelings. She leaned in slowly, searching his face for any hesitation, but found only warmth and affection gazing back at her. Unable to resist any longer, Taylor closed the distance and pressed her lips to his in a passionate kiss.

Michael responded immediately, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. Taylor sighed contentedly into the kiss, winding her hands into his soft hair to deepen their intimate embrace. All the tension and longing they had been feeling finally spilled over as their kiss grew more hungry and desperate.

When they finally broke apart to catch their breath, Taylor smiled shyly. "I've been wanting to do that for so long," she admitted.

"Me too," Michael replied softly. "But I never wanted to overstep my role as your chef."

"To hell with roles," Taylor said boldly. "I want you, Michael. Not just as my chef but as my lover."

Their kisses grew more passionate and intense, as all the pent-up longing between them finally surfaced. Michael grasped Taylor's waist firmly, pulling her tighter against his body. She moaned softly into his mouth, loving the feel of his strong arms around her.

Michael deepened their kiss, tasting every part of her eagerly. Taylor writhed in his lap, wanting to feel even closer to him. She carded her fingers through his hair, holding his face to hers as their tongues duelled heatedly.

As their kisses became more fervent, Michael suddenly fell back onto the plush couch with Taylor on top of him. She let out a giggle at the unexpected movement, smiling down at his handsome face.

Michael grinned back up at her, running his hands delicately down her sides to rest on her hips. Taylor tossed her tangled blonde hair over one shoulder, giving Michael a view of her beauty in the soft lamplight.

Her loose knot had come undone during their amorous embrace, spilling her long locks around them like a curtain. Michael reached up to gently brush some strands away from her face, caressing her smooth cheek in the process.

Emboldened by his tender touch, Taylor leaned down to brush her lips against his in a featherlight kiss. She then moved her attention to the column of his neck, eliciting a groan from Michael as she nipped and sucked at the taut skin.

Her hand slipped under his loose shirt, feeling the toned muscles underneath. Michael's skin was warm and inviting beneath her exploring fingers. She traced imaginary patterns, relishing the feel of his body responding to her ministrations.

When she grazed over a sensitive peak, Michael bucked up against her involuntarily. Taylor smiled against his neck, thrilled by the power she had to unravel this strong man beneath her skilled touch.

As Taylor explored Michael's sculpted chest, his hands eagerly returned her caresses. One made its way up her side, tracing over her ribs and sending a shiver through her body.

Meanwhile, his other hand found its way to her incredibly taut yet soft thighs. Goosebumps erupted over her skin at his gentle but insistent touch. Michael massaged small circles with his thumb, inching higher under the short hem of her dress.

Taylor sighed contentedly against his lips, parting them to deepen their kiss once more. She grasped his silky hair, holding him close as their tongues danced together heatedly.

Feeling bold, Michael squeezed her thigh before dragging his hand higher still. His fingers glided delicately over the lace of her underwear, finding her already soaked and aching for his touch.

Taylor gasped into his mouth at the exquisite sensation. She rolled her hips unconsciously, wanting more friction where she craved it most. Michael obliged by rubbing slow, teasing circles over the drenched fabric separating them.

Taylor moaned loudly as Michael worked her closer to the edge with his expert touches. She could no longer hold back her desperate need for completion and connection with this man.

"Michael..." she gasped, grasping his wrist. "I want you...I need to feel all of you."

He gazed up at her with eyes dark with matching longing. "Are you sure, my love?"

"Yes," she breathed, already working to remove her dress. "I've never been more sure of anything."

Taking that as his cue, Michael hungrily helped remove the rest of the fabric barrier between them. His hands trembled slightly as he admired her gloriously naked form in the low lamplight.

Michael took his time admiring Taylor's slender yet taut form, stretched out languidly before him. She was all long limbs and curves, possessing a dancer's physique.

His gaze roamed over her perky breasts tipped with rosy buds, begging for his lips' attention. Below, her flat stomach led down to the v of her hips and the promise of tender flesh.

Michael lifted a hand to tenderly graze her cheekbone, marvelling at how soft her skin felt beneath his calloused fingers. Leaning down, he placed gentle kisses along her jaw and neck, eliciting sighs of pleasure.

He traced light patterns down her collarbone to the swell of her breasts. Taylor's breathing quickened as his thumbs brushed over her sensitive nipples, pebbling them instantly. Michael nuzzled against her, loving the feel of her body responding so openly to his ministrations.

Continuing his exploration, Michael dragged his lips lower to pay homage to her pert breasts. Taylor gasped and arched into his hot mouth, fingers winding through his hair to hold him close. He feasted on her, driven to unlock every reaction from her relaxed yet eager form.

Taylor made quick work of Michael's shirt, eager to finally feel skin on skin. She relished the ripples of muscle and warm skin. Leaning down, she pressed open-mouthed kisses along his collarbone.

Michael groaned and flipped them over with ease, pinning her beneath him. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, caressing every inch of revealed flesh.

She gently tugged his slacks and boxers down in one fell swoop. Finally, with nothing left between them, Michael sank into Taylor's waiting embrace.

Taylor's legs seemed to go on forever, toned and shapely from years of performing. Michael longed to run his hands along their smooth length, up to the apex between. There, her delicate golden curls framing tender pink folds drew his focus like a magnet.

He had to resist the urge to delve right in, wanting to savour every part of her exquisite form. Michael leaned down to press more kisses along the inside of her thigh, smiling against her skin at her sighs of pleasure.

Taylor spread her legs wider on instinct, a wordless plea for his devoted mouth. But Michael was not done worshipping her gorgeous figure just yet. He continued caressing every inch, memorizing her curves like a love map for the night.

Finally, Michael's attentions drifted lower to the heart of her slickness. Parting her delicate petals, he gazed upon her rosy flesh utterly captivated, eager to delve in fully with lips and tongue very soon.

Michael continued lavishing attention to Taylor's endless legs, caressing and kissing the smooth skin from thigh to ankle. She hummed in delight, basking in his affectionate ministrations.

He slowly worked his way back up, nipping at the back of her knee to elicit a giggle. But when he reached the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, his kisses turned hot and open-mouthed.

Taylor writhed under the exquisite sensation, parting her legs further in silent plea. Michael grinned against her thighs, loving the power to unravel such a beautiful woman.

When he could delay no longer, Michael dragged his gaze up to meet her lust-darkened eyes. "You are stunning, my love," he said huskily.

Michael feasted on Taylor's slick sex with abandon, determined to wring every last cry of pleasure from her gorgeous body. His tongue delved into her velvet heat, lapping up her essence like the finest wine.

Above, Taylor writhed and twisted the sheets in ecstasy. She gasped and keened as he suckled her sensitive pearl, sending jolts of rapture through her core. His fingers pumped vigorously inside her tight channel, curling to caress that sweet spot with each thrust.

Unable to contain herself, Taylor tangled both hands in Michael's thick hair to grip him firmly against her pulsing centre. She bucked her hips erratically, grinding onto his devoted mouth. "Don't stop," she sobbed, on the brink of release.

Michael redoubled his efforts, intoxicated by her feminine musk and the salty tang of her arousal coating his tongue. He sucked and nibbled her engorged bud enthusiastically, never letting up his skilled ministrations until—

With a sharp cry, Taylor fell over the precipice, her walls clenching his fingers in violent spasms. Waves of ecstasy crashed through her as Michael drank her climax, prolonging her exquisite peak.

She collapsed limply upon the sheets, sated yet thrumming for more. Pulling Michael up her sweating form, Taylor captured his lips in a searing kiss, tasting her essence on his tongue.

As Taylor ran her hand along Michael's impressive length, memories arose of past encounters that hadn't gone so well. A few prior lovers had boasted similarly sizable attributes, and the pain of their early urgency still lingered in her mind.

Sensing the shift in her demeanour, Michael cupped her cheek tenderly. "What is it, my love?"

She sighed. "It's just...in the past, when others have been as well-endowed, they didn't take as much care with me. The pain of forced adjustment ruined the moment."

Taylor gazed up with uncertain eyes. "I want this to be different, I'm just...nervous."

Michael fought back a moan at her tentative caress. "We'll go slowly, I promise. And I'll spend all night preparing you until you're begging for me to sink fully inside."

His caring words eased her fears. Michael proceeded to lavish her body with aching kisses until she was pliant and panting once more beneath him.

As if reading her mind, Michael shifted above her with a playful glint in his eye. He nestled his considerable length between her soft thighs, rubbing up and down her slick folds.

Taylor gasped at the intimate contact without the promise of penetration just yet. She could feel every ridge and pulse of his heated member along her sensitive flesh, drawing ever closer to her molten core without delving in.

Michael maintained a steady pace, grinding against her gently while watching her face intently. When he found her responsive spots, Taylor cried out and writhed eagerly beneath him.

He took his sweet time indulging in this sensual game, dragging out her pleasure indefinitely. By slowly working her up without completion, Michael ensured she wanted nothing more than to feel him fully sheathed within.

When Taylor was sobbing and clutching at him in desperation, Michael finally took pity on her longing. In one smooth thrust, he sank home fully once more, swallowing her cry of relief and ecstasy with a searing kiss.

They moved together with exquisite care, Taylor relishing every intimate brush against her inner walls. Her beloved chef had proven himself a most generous and considerate lover.

As Michael made love to her with exquisite care and passion, Taylor felt as if her heart might burst with love and rapture. Being joined so intimately with this perfect man filled every part of her being.

"You feel incredible," she gasped, clutching at his broad shoulders. "I've never felt so...complete."

Michael nuzzled her neck gently. "You fit me perfectly, my darling. As if our bodies were made just for this."

He continued moving within her at a leisurely pace, allowing her to fully adjust to his considerable size. Though she stretched to accept him, the sheer fullness elicited only pleasure.

She tightened her legs around his waist, digging her heels into the backs of his thighs. Taylor gazed up at Michael through heavy lids.

"Please, my love, I need to feel you fully again," she breathed, rolling her hips leisurely against his.

Bracing himself on muscular arms, Michael withdrew slowly before snapping his hips forward in a smooth thrust. Taylor cried out at the delicious fullness, meeting him eagerly.

She urged him to maintain this new, brisker pace with her enthusiastic leg lock. Michael gladly obliged, administering deep strikes that had her quickly rebuilding towards new heights.

Their slick bodies created erotic slapping sounds, mingling with breathy moans and words of ardent love. Taylor clutched Michael tightly, lost in the surging tide that threatened to overwhelm them both once more.

As Michael brought Taylor again and again to the cusp of paradise, she knew she wanted to surrender fully to this overpowering connection between them.

Clutching his face desperately, she gazed into his eyes. "Michael, I want all of you. No more holding back."

He searched her gaze, concern warring with his own burning need. "Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you, my love."

"You could never hurt me," Taylor insisted, wrapping her legs tighter around his hips. "I trust you completely. Now claim me as I am claiming you."

Seeing her fervent commitment laid bare, Michael captured her mouth in a searing kiss. His subsequent strokes sank deeper than ever before, striking that tender place inside her over and over.

Taylor threw her head back in ecstasy, crying out his name like a prayer. The divine fullness bordered on the edge of pain but pushed only greater pleasure.

She clutched at his muscled back, nails scraping crimson trails down firm flesh. All trace of hesitation disappeared under the onslaught of sensation only this man could render from her willing body.

Seeking an even deeper level of intimacy, Michael shifted their position with strong yet gentle hands. He cradled Taylor's slender body against his chest, lifting and resting her long legs over his broad shoulders.

From this new angle, she was opened fully to welcome his hard length. Michael gazed down at where their bodies joined so intimately, struck by her glistening beauty.

Taylor wound her arms around his neck, urging him closer still with a whispered "please". She was utterly relinquished to his care, trusting this man with her heart and soul completely.

Bracing on powerful arms, Michael withdrew slowly before sinking home once more in one deep plunge. Taylor cried out sharply, her inner walls clenching tightly around him from this exquisite new pressure.

He set a steady pace of long strokes, angling expertly to caress the sweetest spot within her velvet heat over and over. Taylor dissolved into piercing sensation, clutching at Michael desperately as waves of rapture consumed her shuddering form.

Michael felt Taylor's inner walls beginning to flutter rapidly around him as her release approached. He grasped her hips firmly, sinking even deeper with each hard thrust.

Taylor clawed at his back wantonly, incoherent pleas falling from her lips. The tight coil of tension inside her wound tighter until-

With a scream, her world fractured into brilliant light. Taylor's body convulsed violently as waves of ecstasy pulsed through her quivering core. Her climax seemed to go on and on, stealing every last breath from her lungs.

With a guttural cry, Michael slammed home and flooded her clenching channel with rope after rope of scalding passion.

Taylor gasped, feeling his copious release pulse inside, the welcoming pressure pushing her swiftly over her own peak once more. Her inner walls convulsed frantically around his jerking member, prolonging their collective rapture.

Lost in sensation, Michael continued to pump his essence as far into her depths as possible. His beloved clung tightly, quaking beautifully in the aftermath of their mutual bliss.

When he finally softened, Taylor hummed sated beneath him. She cherished the full, stretched feeling of being so thoroughly marked by this man's love in the most intimate of fashions.

Sated, muscles trembling with release, Michael gently withdrew from Taylor's velvet sheath. She sighed softly at the loss of contact, already missing his intimate fullness.

He carefully gathered her limp yet sated form into his strong arms, pressing a reverent kiss to her dewy brow. Under the moon's soft glow, Michael laid back against the pillows while keeping her cradled securely against his heaving chest.

Taylor draped herself over the rippling planes of his body, relishing the thundering heartbeat that matched her own. She traced idle patterns across his sweat-slicked skin, still coming down from rapturous heights only he could induce.

As the last night of the tour loomed, Taylor and Michael stole away to her luxury tour bus one final time, knowing this would be their last chance to be together intimately.

Taylor gazed into Michael's eyes as they lay entwined. "This tour has meant everything to me, but having you by my side made it truly special. I'll never forget the magic you brought to my life, and my bed." She kissed him softly.

Michael sighed, running his fingers through her long blonde locks. "You lit a fire in me, I never knew existed. But we both knew this affair couldn't last forever once the lights went down on the stage."