This morning as I cut some watermelon for my lunch I let my imagination run wild. This did not happen...though that would have been a great way to start my day. Now I'm in the mood for watermelon again...
Following the sound of her humming, he found her sitting at the kitchen table. She was still wearing the tank top and panties she'd pulled on when she'd slipped from their bed. Her hair had been haphazardly pulled up into a knot on the top of her head. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he leaned down and placed an open mouth kiss on her neck.
“Hmm...I thought you were sleeping late.”
“I missed you.”
Sliding into the chair across from her, he watched her cutting thick slices of watermelon. With her knife she cut the juicy red fruit into perfect square chunks and then dumped them into the bowl. Every time she picked up a handful of fruit, the juices would run down her hands and arms. She caught his eyes following the drops as they trailed down her skin.
She reached into the bowl and pulled out a piece of watermelon. Smiling, she slowly brought the piece to her mouth. Sliding it into her mouth, she closed her eyes and sighed as she chewed the juicy piece of fruit. Opening her eyes, she caught him licking his lips. She bit her bottom lip and eyed the fruit in the bowl. Reaching for another piece, she offered it to him.
“Want a taste?” she murmured.
He shook his head. She shrugged her shoulders and brought the fruit to her mouth. Opening her lips, she bit through the fruit. The sweet juice flooded her mouth and dribbled down her chin. As she chewed, she arched her neck and let the juice continue on its path down her throat. He cleared his throat as she swallowed.
Deciding that this was a wonderful way to get in a daily serving of fruit, she reached for another piece. The only sound in the kitchen was their breathing. Arching her eyebrow, she brought the dripping fruit to her mouth and then dipped her hand down. She placed the cool fruit against her warm skin and slid the fruit down over her throat. She moaned as the fruit slid easily across the rounded upper curve of her breast. He groaned as she slid the fruit into the hollow between her breasts.
Reaching across the table for her wrist, he brought her fingers and the red fruit to her mouth. She smiled and then opened her mouth. He guided the fruit onto her tongue. Closing her lips around her fingers she sucked the juice off and then began to nibble the fruit. The next piece she crushed in her palm and then swept her hands across her chest and neck. It was like finger painting with a sweet juicy paint.
Pushing back from the table, she reached for the hem of her tank and then pulled it over her head. Standing in her panties and nothing else, she looked at her lover. She hooked her finger and motioned for him to come toward her. She bumped her ass against the edge of the table. Putting his hands on her hips, he urged her up onto the table.
Tangling his hands into her hair, he took her mouth. Her mouth was still sticky and wet from the watermelon. His teeth nipped at her lip. She eagerly opened her mouth for his kiss. He tasted her first with his tongue and then with his whole mouth. Giving as good as she got, her soft mouth was moving against his, her hands plowing through his hair, and her thighs pulling him closer to her.
Easing her back against the sticky table, he continued eat at her mouth. “I'll have that taste now.” he breathed against her throat.
Looking at her, he watched her hazel eyes darken. Taking it as an invitation, he began to ease the soft cotton down her legs. Letting the panties slip to the kitchen floor he reached for a piece of fruit. Her breath caught in anticipation as he slid the fruit down her curved belly and across the now slick folds of her pussy.
“Baby...” she whimpered.
He popped the fruit into his mouth and chewed. She watched his throat as he swallowed the sweet fruit. Meeting her eyes, he watched a warm flush spread. Smiling, she let her thighs fall open. With a wolfish grin, he tasted her warm and willing flesh. She moaned as his morning scruff rasped across the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. He let his tongue soothe the chafed skin. Her hips jerked at the touch.
“Easy for you to say...”
Leaning up on her arms, she watched him again spread her lips and taste. Her body was humming with pleasure as he worked two fingers into her tight hole and used his tongue and lips to tease her clit. Her soft growls and moans were quickly bringing him to the brink. His cock was hard and a bead of moisture had formed at the tip.
With a hand flat on her chest, he pressed her back against the table. He lifted her legs high to his shoulders. His cock pressed against her wet opening. With a hard slam, he drove into her. He stretched her and the pressure was deep.
Crying out she ran her hands over his chest, digging her nails into the soft skin above his nipples. Taking him easily in her wet heat she quickly began to feel the sweet tightening of her inner body. With a scream of pleasure she tightened around his cock and shuddered. His groan of release quickly followed hers.
Each was sweaty and hot as they collapsed together. He kissed her lightly on the mouth and then across the bridge of her nose. With care, he lowered her legs, but stayed between them. Now that the passion was spent, the stickiness from the watermelon was starting to dry on her skin. She also noticed that some how a tiny black seed had gotten stuck in his chest hair.
Laughing she reached up and pulled it off. “I'll put the watermelon away if you'll go start the bath water...”