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straps so it slid with no coy hesitation at all to the floor. He bent, retrieved the dress, and laid it neatly over a chair before turning back to where Bron stood, a half-sweet, half-challenging expression on her face, the sexiest smile he’d ever seen on her lips, and a “come and get me” lilt to her nipples. He didn’t need to be invited twice. Naturally, she hadn’t been wearing a bra, and her barely-there panties were soon disposed of.
And there she was, dappled in morning sunlight in a bright, compact, efficient kitchen, looking more appetizing than any breakfast he could imagine. He reached for a papaya slice—orange and wet—and slid it around her nipple. The fruit was cold from the fridge, and she gasped slightly as the cold flesh of the papaya met her warmer flesh. The fruit tracked cold wet juice and goose bumps in its wake. When he’d finished toying with her he palmed the fruit and smushed it with no elegance but much satisfaction on the mound of her breast. She giggled and sighed at the same time and he bent and licked at the instant fruit smoothie he’d made.
“You said I needed to eat more fruit,” he reminded her, lapping up the orange mush and thinking nothing had ever tasted so incredible.
He experimented with mangoes until the yellow juice ran between her breasts and his tongue couldn’t keep up, and so he let the juice dribble down her front, hoisting her up to sit on the granite counter.
“Hey,” she protested, “that’s cold.”
“I’ll warm you,” he promised, bending before her and following the tracks of juice where he’d aimed them.
Down her stomach, a dip into her belly button to suck at the small pool there, the fruit scent taking on musk overtones as her own excitement built. Leaning back on her hands, she let her head fall back as he followed the trail of juice lower to where it mingled with her own juices.
When he touched her with his tongue her body jerked against his mouth, kissing him back, and that wonderful humming started deep in her throat. The orchestra pit practicing up for the big crescendo. When he put his mouth on her, she started to pant. Then moan a little, and she could barely stay on the countertop, never mind keep still. The different juices were all mingling on his tongue, driving him crazy with wanting more. More of her flavor, more of her sweetness, more of Bron.
Her cries grew urgent, her body plumper and slicker, and he swirled once, all the way around, and then thrust his tongue inside her body. And just like that, she exploded. He didn’t stop, couldn’t, needing to suck every bit of sweetness out of her until she was sobbing with release.
“No more,” she panted. “I can’t take any more.”
He didn’t think he could take any more either without seriously embarrassing himself, so he kissed his way back up her body and lifted her down from the counter. Wondering if Badass Mark had gone too far, he turned away to let her gather herself, when he found himself attacked from behind. His belt buckle was open before he’d quite realized she was after it, and his pants and boxers sliding south.
“What did you—” The sentence ended in a grunt as he felt the cold squish of fruit against his very hot, very hard cock.
“I’m a bit short of vitamin C myself,” Bron explained as she slid to her knees before him.
He glanced down and was mildly shocked to see his normally white flesh covered with an abstract arrangement of color and textures. Red, orange, green—all fruit, all squishy, and all cool. Against the fruit mask came the warm, firm swirl of Bron’s tongue. Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth faintly curved in a smile like that of a chocoholic biting into her first Godiva’s. Her tongue curled around him, and she made these wonderful sounds of pleasure. Explosion was imminent.
“Condom,” he grunted.
“Mmwhn?”
“Condom.”
More desperate, trying to think of the balance sheet of the last company he’d saved from
And there she was, dappled in morning sunlight in a bright, compact, efficient kitchen, looking more appetizing than any breakfast he could imagine. He reached for a papaya slice—orange and wet—and slid it around her nipple. The fruit was cold from the fridge, and she gasped slightly as the cold flesh of the papaya met her warmer flesh. The fruit tracked cold wet juice and goose bumps in its wake. When he’d finished toying with her he palmed the fruit and smushed it with no elegance but much satisfaction on the mound of her breast. She giggled and sighed at the same time and he bent and licked at the instant fruit smoothie he’d made.
“You said I needed to eat more fruit,” he reminded her, lapping up the orange mush and thinking nothing had ever tasted so incredible.
He experimented with mangoes until the yellow juice ran between her breasts and his tongue couldn’t keep up, and so he let the juice dribble down her front, hoisting her up to sit on the granite counter.
“Hey,” she protested, “that’s cold.”
“I’ll warm you,” he promised, bending before her and following the tracks of juice where he’d aimed them.
Down her stomach, a dip into her belly button to suck at the small pool there, the fruit scent taking on musk overtones as her own excitement built. Leaning back on her hands, she let her head fall back as he followed the trail of juice lower to where it mingled with her own juices.
When he touched her with his tongue her body jerked against his mouth, kissing him back, and that wonderful humming started deep in her throat. The orchestra pit practicing up for the big crescendo. When he put his mouth on her, she started to pant. Then moan a little, and she could barely stay on the countertop, never mind keep still. The different juices were all mingling on his tongue, driving him crazy with wanting more. More of her flavor, more of her sweetness, more of Bron.
Her cries grew urgent, her body plumper and slicker, and he swirled once, all the way around, and then thrust his tongue inside her body. And just like that, she exploded. He didn’t stop, couldn’t, needing to suck every bit of sweetness out of her until she was sobbing with release.
“No more,” she panted. “I can’t take any more.”
He didn’t think he could take any more either without seriously embarrassing himself, so he kissed his way back up her body and lifted her down from the counter. Wondering if Badass Mark had gone too far, he turned away to let her gather herself, when he found himself attacked from behind. His belt buckle was open before he’d quite realized she was after it, and his pants and boxers sliding south.
“What did you—” The sentence ended in a grunt as he felt the cold squish of fruit against his very hot, very hard cock.
“I’m a bit short of vitamin C myself,” Bron explained as she slid to her knees before him.
He glanced down and was mildly shocked to see his normally white flesh covered with an abstract arrangement of color and textures. Red, orange, green—all fruit, all squishy, and all cool. Against the fruit mask came the warm, firm swirl of Bron’s tongue. Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth faintly curved in a smile like that of a chocoholic biting into her first Godiva’s. Her tongue curled around him, and she made these wonderful sounds of pleasure. Explosion was imminent.
“Condom,” he grunted.
“Mmwhn?”
“Condom.”
More desperate, trying to think of the balance sheet of the last company he’d saved from
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