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She cut into the firm skin of the fruit, piercing the deep orange of the outside, then slowly sinking into the pith and the sweet, juicy flesh. She chose the largest of the segments she had just cut and took a generous bite, the juice from the orange spilling out and running around her mouth and down her chin. She giggled at the mess she had made; her chin quickly becoming sticky as the orange juice started to dry. He watched as she attempted to clean up the mess, but quickly stopped her when she made to wash her face. Instead, he kissed her, tasting the rich citrus on his lips and tongue. He licked her chin too; cleaning up every last drop of the juice from her soft skin.
Grabbing her hand in his, and then picking up the plate of oranges with the other, he led her down the hallway, which was bathed in the early evening glow of a rose gold sunset, and took her to the bedroom. The plate of citrus was placed on the bedside table, and she was lain down and stripped bare. He took his time with each article of clothing, becoming aroused as more of her naked form was visible to him. His clothes were taken off hastily and thrown to the other side of the bedroom, until he was leaning over her, naked as the day he was born.
He picked up a segment of orange and watched as her eyes followed the fruit, her hazel gaze inquisitive and wondering. He ran the fruit over her chest and breasts, leaving a sticky trail behind. He held the orange above her chest and squeezed hard, the corners folding in on each other, the juices gushing out and running down her body. Like a river coursing a path, the orange juice ran down in between the valley of her breasts, heading toward her stomach. The smaller streams of orange liquid ran down the sides of her body; slipping off her curves and onto the bed. The largest stream, however, was quickly licked up, his warm tongue tracing the path the juice had created.
He used the tip of his tongue to go back over the now dried up river of orange juice, licking and tickling her chest, making her squirm beneath him. He paid particular attention to the valley in between her breasts, as well as the great peaks of bosom, and the stiff nipples that adorned those peaks and made for the summit of each breast.
A second segment was soon in hand, and traced further down her body, underneath her breasts this time, and tracing down toward her belly. He squeezed the fruit again and watched as the juice this time, ran off in every direction possible, starting in one central point and spider-webbing out over smooth olive skin. This too was meticulously licked and cleaned up, so that her skin was no longer sticky with the sweet fruit juice, but shone with saliva in the late summer twilight that was cascading in through the open window, the light lace drapes blowing back and forth with the light breeze.
The room was now filled with the sweet, heady scent of the citrus that had been used to map out her body. It was a strong scent that reminded him of running through the orchards as a child. One brush of a hand against the citrus trees and their scent was put forth into the air, and into his nostrils, filling him with the rich yet acidic scent.
Underneath him, she squirmed impatiently, wanting more of this game. He happily obliged and squeezed the next piece of fruit right over her belly, the juice pooling in her navel and then spilling out, one stream rushing fast down the curve of her stomach and becoming lost in the short forest of pubic hair that hid her other, more precious valley. He lapped the juice from her navel, drinking it up greedily, and then licked down toward the valley in between her legs, the sensation of her short curly nest of hair tickling his tongue, the saliva making the hair lay flat where his tongue had been.
He parted her legs and licked up and down her thighs, going so far as to raise a leg and lick underneath her knee, causing her to shudder and giggle. He licked broad strokes across her thighs, back up to where he could smell her arousal and feel her heat emanating. His tongue found its prize, and with that, a new mission began.
Teasingly, he licked up and down the outer lips, depriving his tongue of the feel of her soft folds, but also depriving her of the feel of his tongue in her most sensitive parts. He teased, agonizingly so, getting closer to his target of her clitoris, and then backing away, to lick at her outer lips again. He smiled to himself when he heard her sigh impatiently, but also noted that this fuelled her arousal, and her own release of sweet, sticky juice.
His fingers traced over where his tongue had been, feeling the little bumps of hair where she had shaved and groomed herself. Funny, how quickly the hair can grow back, and the different textures it can create, he suddenly thought. He ran two fingers up her inner folds, feeling her wetness soak his fingertips. He raised his head to look at her, making sure she was watching as he sucked and licked his fingers clean; drinking in her arousal. Involuntarily, she licked her lips.
He lowered his head once more, drinking straight from the natural source this time. His tongue dove between her folds, licking up and down her slit, feeling her arousal coat his tongue and mouth. Naturally, his tongue seemed to zone in on her clitoris of its own free will and suck on it. He was rewarded with a loud sigh and shudder. He licked over it, using his tongue to move it back and forth and tease it. She was inhaling and exhaling loudly, her body mirroring the pattern of her breathing. He felt two hands plant themselves on his head and take over control. He happily obliged the wandering and needy hands.
The hands directed him, moving him to certain parts where they wanted his tongue and mouth to explore. His tongue found her crevices and sensitive spots easily; licking, probing and tasting her own juices, the vague aftertaste of the orange at the back of his throat. It was rather a pleasant taste, he found, the orange being very sprightly and zingy. It mixed in nicely with the natural sweet muskiness of her vagina.
Her hands pulled at his hair when his tongue hit the sweet spot, hitting his target directly in the centre. He focused the tip of his tongue there, and his middle finger slithered up inside her, rubbing back and forth across her g-spot. His own sexual organ was rock hard and rubbing against the bed sheets, which were tangling around his middle, and underneath her bottom. Her body fell into a rhythm or tensing and relaxing, tensing and relaxing as her orgasm built up. Her fingers pulled and griped at his hair, silently egging him on and not wanting him to stop. Voicelessly, she dared him to continue, the voice in her mind loud with anticipation. Don't stop, she thought. Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop.
Her back and ass were rising and falling onto the mattress as her body mimicked the orange being squeezed. She tensed and curled up, then relaxed. Tensing, relax, tensing, relax. Her own sweet fruit letting go and coating his mouth and chin in her juices; her own nectar flowing freely.
He sat up when she had come down from her orgasm, and her breathing was regular. He looked at her and smiled. She shifted her body and sat up too, sharing a kiss with him. She watched as he attempted to clean up the mess, but quickly stopped him when he made to clean himself up. Instead, she kissed him, tasting her sweet, yet musky juice on his lips and tongue. She licked his chin too; cleaning up every last drop of the juice from his stubbly skin.
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