How Many Drops?
After a long day at the office, I came home late. I looked
into the bedroom and found you asleep, snoring lightly.
On the way home I couldnt decide whether I was going to go
to bed to have a snack first.
I smiled as I thought I would combine the two.
I brought home a basket of fruit from the roadside fruit
stand. I had picked up a couple of peaches, which were at
the peak of their flavor and full of juice. I got a couple
of peaches and headed for the bedroom. I had a mission: to
find out how many drops it would take for you to wake up.
I entered our semi-darkened bedroom and turned off the
television. I put the peaches down on the edge of the bed
for a moment and began to unbutton my shirt. The weather
had cooled off and the room was cool. I could feel goose bumps
raise up on my skin as my naked flesh was exposed. I felt like
just crawling into bed and going to sleep but I knew that
option would not take care of the desire that was already
building.
I could see your body even in the darkened room. My shaft
was soft and even though I wanted to wake you as I had done
many times before by sliding my mouth over you until you
responded. Tonight, though, I had different designs.
I took one of the peaches off the edge of the bed and took a
bite from it. The warm sticky juice ran down over my chin.
I lifted the peach over your sleeping form.
Drip.
The first drop fell on a lightly muscled thigh. I could see
it pooled in the pale light. I leaned over and tasted the
drop, a mixture of tastes. It was quite pleasant actually.
There was no movement yet. Of course it was only the first.
I held the peach further up your body, squeezing it lightly.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
There was a small flurry of drops, splashing down one side
of your chest. The drops quickly joined together and disappeared
down your sideleaving a wet trail. My tongue came down
and slowly followed the trail the juice had left. I could
feel a slight stirring, but still you slept. My next aim
was at a nipple.holding the peach perhaps a little tooo
high.
Drip. Drip.
Damn, I missed. The peach juice ran down onto your chest
missing your nipple completely. My mouth skirted the nipple
once again. I made it a point to lick the juice off of your
chest. I wasnt sure you were asleep but I thought I would
test you. I brought the peach up to your face.
Drip.
The liquid fell just short of your mouth on your cheek. I
pressed my lips onto the side of your jaw, tasting the sticky
wet juice as it slid down your cheek. As I leaned back your
soft voice broke the silence.
Damn your aim is horrible!
I smiled and brought my lips down to yours, trying to kiss
the smug grin off of your mouth.
Your arms came up and wrapped
around me. I pulled back for a moment, pushing you away.
I quieted your protests with a quick kiss.
Now, now, I replied, they say that
practice makes perfect. Just hold still and let me practice.
I bit into the peach again, letting the juice drip down over
my skin. I moved the still dripping peach over your lower
body. The drops fell once again on to your thigh and ran down
between your legs. I made it a point of specifically avoiding
your soft wett spot as I licked the juice off. I turned my
head and smiled at you.
You are right!!! My aim is bad. Maybe I should just
give up! I offered.
Dont you dare!!, you groaned loudly.
I smiled and brought the peach down lower, this time leaving
nothing to chance. As I squeezed the ripe fruit, I slid the
peach against the flesh of your soft wet spot. By this time
I was completely hard. I continued sliding the peach over
you as you became wetter and wetter I took one more bite of
the peach before I discarded it. I chewed the flesh of the
peach, slowly, watching you.
You pointed out that I didnt completely finish my job there.
I decided that actions were probably more required than
words so I leaned down, my mouth making contact with the
wettt hot juices. I licked the juices slowly from you.
My
tongue probed your clit and I sucked your lips into my mouth.
I began to chew on them softly and I sucked your clit into
my mouth. At this point, you tried to sit up and push me away.
I squeezed the peach again and a stream of warm juice flooded
your mound. Lifting the peach away I brought my mouth back
down over youmy tongue lapping at your wetness. By now
it was a wonderful combination of peach juice and your own.
My probing tongue rubbed against your clit. Moans came
from deep within you. You could feel the dull ache starting
to build, but like me you wanted them to last.
Pushing you away slowed us down a bit. The room was full of
the sounds of excited breathing from both of us. You moved
back up the bed, arms coming around you, pulling you closer.
We kissed, slowly, exploring, tongues darting into each
others mouth. My hands still sticky with peach juice touched
you where I could.
I rolled over on my back and pulled you on top of me. You pushed
yourself up and managed to guide me into you. The sex was
slow..almost measured in paceI could feel the stickiness
between us in places where our bodies touched. You pushed
yourself up.sliding me deeper into you. One of my hands
caressed your breast while the other searched down between
your legs. With your hand you helped me find what I was looking
for. My fingers rubbed hard against your clit as we moved
faster on the bed.
This is another game we play and that is to see how close we
can be. Oh and we both play it soooo well. You squeeze your
vaginal muscles tighter as you feel me coming closer. My
fingers move on your clit faster and faster. One slows down
while the other speeds uptrying to time it just right.
It is not always perfect but it is always close. Tonight
was no exception. I admit I was first. You could feel the
beginning of the pulses. The feeling of me cumming took
you over the top.
You came down on me and pulled me closer. We clung to each
other with the final spasms, hot kisses becoming more urgent.
The room was filled with an oddly pleasing aroma of sweat,
sex and peaches.
MMMMM, you whispered, I love your
idea of a late night snack.