For a tantalizing second it hung, suspended by the tiniest thread, a perfect teardrop, before dropping, glistening orange-amber in the morning sun. Just a second later it splashed against tanned skin, rivulets spreading over the dark brown of a hardening nipple.
I giggled and lunged forward, sucking the piece of mango out of your fingers.
It was Sunday morning. Sunlight streamed through the windows and across the bed. The Sunday papers were spread out amongst the rumpled sheets and our naked bodies. Half empty coffee cups steamed on the bedside tables, next to croissants and fruit salad, which you were now feeding me, piece by piece. My breasts shone with fruit juice, and I was looking forward to you cleaning them thoroughly with your tongue.
Taking a strawberry, you gently traced it across my lips, just pulling away every time I tried to take a bite. Smiling at you, I tried to grab the strawberry, but you were too quick, and I squealed in happy frustration. Playing ‘keep away’ brought me closer to you, until I was literally crawling up your body trying to get the fruit. Clasping the strawberry in your teeth, you grabbed my hands, forcing them behind my back. I struggled, but you were far too strong.
Leaning forward you ran the strawberry across my lips again. I slowed my struggle, moaning softly, until you let me take the strawberry from your mouth. Your tongue followed, and we kissed amongst the sweet fruit, juices running down both of our chins as our tongues slid across each other. I moaned into your mouth, sucking your tongue into me. Your hands loosened their hold on mine and you pulled me into you.
As we kissed, my hand strayed across your stomach and soon found your thickening hardness. Sucking harder on your tongue my hand began to slide up and down, giving just the slightest twist as I came up over your swollen head. Leaning back against the pillows you pulled me with you.
My tempo on your cock increased as our mouths opened wider, trading tongues, sucking and biting, a perfect way to start a Sunday.
Breaking for air you began to lick my neck, slowly moving down onto my sweet, sticky breasts. My nipples were huge, dark brown circles, puffy and erect with excitement. I threw back my head as you licked and sucked the juice off me. Deftly circling my nipples with your tongue making them even harder, causing you to suck them whole into your mouth.
My hand job had grown furious, and your cock was achingly hard, my hand spreading your precum over your shaft. Finally, I could not take any more and in one swift move I mounted you. I paused for a split second to look you squarely in the eye before I slid down, burying you into me. I sat straight up, my back arched, pushing my breasts forward.
I closed my eyes and clasped my hands behind my head, lifting my long, dirty-blonde hair; I began to just barely rock my hips back and forth. I was not so much riding you in that I was not lifting myself up and down, but in the rocking motion. You began to slide against me, your cock was so hard and swollen, and my pussy so incredibly tight and wet that even the slightest motion perpetuated the perfect friction.
