Tropical breezes bringing salty air to their naked bodies announce morning to the sleeping lovers. They lie spooned in each other’s arms. Every inch of his body is touching every inch of hers. Memories of last night project against his mind’s movie screen. His dick, firmly ensconced between her butt cheeks, stirs in response. His hips move ever so slightly against her ass which stirs ever so slightly in response. Her chest rises and falls in rhythm with the ocean waves breaking in the background against the nearby beach.
“Good morning Sweet Pea,” he kisses the nape of her neck.
She stretches her arms like a cat waking from a nap on a sun laden sill. “Is it morning already?”
“Barely.”
“I’m sleepy.” Eyes still closed, she rises to head for the bathroom, pauses on the edge of the bed to gather herself before committing to next steps, head bent forward, her naked back fully exposed. She’s a figure from an Impressionist painting, a Monet bather frozen in a moment of endless time. He kisses the length of her iconic brown back.
Papaya and mango await her return to their love nest. She kisses him and then lays her head on his chest. “You were good to me last night. I loved it, all of it.”
“I did, too. Being good to you is what I like to do.”
“What do we have planned for today?” She places her right hand on his shoulder and traces his collarbone with her index finger.
“Let’s start with this. Close your eyes.” She feels the refreshing chill of ripe papaya and a hint of lime upon her lips and opens her mouth to receive it. “Hmmm,” she purrs, “scrumptious.” He glides the succulent fruit to her tongue and holds it still while she savors its flavor. Tiny bites follow and then he surrenders what’s left to her taste buds. Mango follows the path of the papaya until it too merges with her mouth. He follows each bite with a kiss.
“This one’s for you.” She beholds him with open eyes and holds an offering of sweet mango between her lips. She gives his nipples fruit kisses before feeding him the fruit of her mouth. Papaya replaces the mango and she rubs it over his body painting his tummy in shades of tropical orange. She rests the papaya slice in his navel and then eats it turning her head so he can watch it disappear. A subsequent slice finds its way to his dick. She slides it up and down the length of his aroused shaft. Juice glistens on her brown chin and trickles down to his balls. Her hands reach forward to pinch his nipples. She eats the fruit and head of his cock simultaneously, taking the full length of him as deeply into her mouth as she can until she gags. Saliva hangs from her lips and joins the fruit juice on her chin. Hands extended forward fingers still pinching his nipples, she takes his cock back into her mouth and down her throat. Again she gags. Moisture gathers at the edges of her eyes. She takes his dick again, this time longer, deeper. His entire body quakes as she repeatedly sucks him down her throat. Finally, he lets go, cums in her mouth, his white juice joining the fruit and saliva dripping from her lips. He cums for what feels like days. She sucks out every drop. Pure bliss.
He pulls her forward, lays her on top of him, and licks the morning cocktail off her chin. They reach for each other’s tonsils with their tongues. Deep, wet kisses follow that start somewhere in their souls and finish on their lips. They cradle each other’s face between their hands and lock on each other’s eyes.
His turn for the bathroom. She hears water flowing from the shower. Steam begins to float through the slightly opened door. He emerges through the cloud extending his hand to join him, an invitation she is only too happy to accept.
It’s a walk-in tiled shower with two shower heads, handles on the sidewall, a place to sit at one end. He leads her to the middle where water rains from both sides and meets. Billowing steam limits her vision. She feels his body press against hers. His hands squeeze her ass before taking her wrists and raising them above her head. From somewhere in the cloud of steam he produces handcuffs which he locks around her wrists and hangs from a hook in the ceiling. He bites her nipples, squeezes her breasts together, and drinks the water that gathers between them. He bites her shoulders, her neck, and cups her ass cheeks with his hands. She feels the shower’s hot water wash down between the crack of her bottom, cascade over her anus, and cover her legs.
Using a sudsy cloth, he washes the length of her body with lavender soap. He lathers up her armpits and shaves the hair under her arms with a razor. “Close your eyes.” When she complies, he runs the plastic handle of the razor along the curve of her breast to her nipple. She pulls back. He pinches her nipple, “trust me.” Again, with the plastic handle, he traces the nape of her neck and runs the harmless handle up her other nipple. She stands perfectly still. He kisses her lovingly.
Razor in hand, his hands move down to her pussy. She feels it press against her clit, along her lips, and then feels it poke inside her vagina. He kneels down and his lips take her full pussy into his mouth before covering her with a sudsy lather. His fingers clean between the folds of her womanhood, every now and then sticking his middle finger deep inside her vagina. Deftly, he shaves her pussy, carefully extending her labia to catch every bit of stubble.
He rotates behind her and kneels before her ass. A large froth of soap suds decorates her round, brown cheeks. He scrubs her bottom with the soapy cloth. She extends her ass up to meet his hand spreading her legs as wide as she can. He discards the washcloth and traces the circle of her anus with his index finger. Delicately he sticks his finger up her ass, sliding it in and outreaching deeper with each penetration. He replaces his hand with his face and his finger with his tongue. With his free hand, he reaches around to the front of her body and puts two fingers back inside her pussy. While fucking her pussy with his fingers and he fucks her ass with his tongue. She gyrates with pleasure. His index finger joins his tongue up her ass. Fingers from both hands feel each other’s movements through the thin skin that separates her pussy from her rectum. She strains against the handcuffs trying to draw him further inside. She breathes hard beginning to approach climax. Waiting until she is just about to cum, he withdraws his fingers from her writhing body, stands before her, and puts his hands on either side of her throat. Slowly, he applies pressure to the arteries frame her windpipe. She struggles for breath and he releases his hands. Again, he chokes her, careful not to cut off her windpipe. His mouth kisses everywhere his lips can reach.
He releases his hands from her throat her handcuffed wrists from the hook above her head. He leads her out of the hot shower, leans her over the bathroom sink, and wraps her cuffed hands around the faucet. He puts a condom on his dick and covers his cock and her ass in lubricant. Spreading her cheeks with his strong hands, he guides his throbbing dick up her ass. She gasps. It feels like his dick is filling her entire body taking what little breath she has left away. Slowly he pushes the tip of his cock in and out her ass until her sphincter muscle stops fighting its intruder. He grabs her hair with his right hand and yanks her head back. “This is what you like, right, getting fucked in the ass. I want to give you what you like.” He releases her head and slaps her ass twice with his open palm.
“How does my dick feel up your ass?”
“Good,” she says.
Again, he slaps her ass. “How good?”
“Very good.” She says.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Ohh,” she yells, “it feels so fucking good, so fucking good MK! Fuck me harder, please, fuck my ass ‘til I cum.”
“Good girl. That’s what I want to hear.” He obliges, pumping his cock in and out of her asshole. He puts his hands back around her throat and applies gradual pressure pulling himself as far inside of her as she can take. She feels like there’s not enough room in her body for his dick and sufficient air at the same time. He releases his chokehold.
“No,” she says between exasperated breaths, “don’t stop! I’ll tell you when.”
He resumes his chokehold and continues to fuck her ass until her whole body shakes like a woman possessed. “Yes,” she screams, “oh fuck yes.” She throws her head back and cums from every pore of her body. “Ohhhh…” her entire body quakes, an extended animated moan echoes off the bathroom walls until she crumbles forward onto the sink.
Taking the key to her handcuffs from the place where he left it hanging next to the bathroom mirror, he releases her wrists from their bondage. He bends to her, cradles her exhausted body in his arms and lifts her to the bed. He covers her with thick, plush towels and gently kisses her face. They assume the position that comforted them all night: him spooning her from behind, her wrapped in his protective arms.
“I have never loved anyone like I love you,” he whispers in her ear.
She nestles closer to him trusting that he means every word, knowing that he will love her like that forever.
