Red Orchids Ch. 01

"You like that?" Mark asked softly.

"Yes," she smiled.

She moaned and spread her legs wider, encouraging Mark to use more than just the fruit. Mark readily agreed and repositioned himself under her, leaving the slice of melon firmly embedded in her cunt. Emma squeezed the melon with her pussy, pulling her muscles tight and enjoying the new sensations. Mark then slowly worked his tongue into her, lapping up the sweet melon juices that were dripping out of her. He gently ran the tip of his experienced tongue along her soft folds, making her squirm and moan. The small triangular patch of dark pubic hair above her pussy tickled his nose as he curled his tongue into a curve and began wildly fucking her with it. Emma was now whimpering loudly as he stimulated her, her approval of his moves coming out in deep moans and heavy breathing.

"Oh God, Mark," she managed as he drove his tongue in and out, nibbling at the fruit between licks. She couldn't decided which felt better; the deep penetration of the watermelon slice or Mark's tongue acrobatics. Emma's began to shake as the pleasure became too intense for her already strained legs. She slowly slid down against Mark, letting him lean back against the door as her breasts grazed his face. He licked her nipples quickly as she finally came to a rest in his lap, her pussy now soaking wet.

"I've missed you," she cooed as she undid his shirt and pulled his tie off. He became aware that her wet cunt was soaking the front of his pants, but he didn't care anymore. He could also feel the piece of watermelon still inside her pussy. It slid up into her even further as they grinded on each other. She pushed his shirt back and marveled at his hard body, her fingers playing with his nipples.

"I've missed you too," he whispered and cupped her breasts in his hands, massaging them and tweaking her nipples. Emma had such long nipples, the longest Mark had ever seen at about an inch long. He loved playing with them and watching her exotic face report her reactions. He rolled them in his fingers and she closed her eyes, lips partly opened and tongue slowly sliding across her teeth.

Mark suddenly lifted her up into his powerful arms sat her on the kitchen counter. He quickly cleared it off, knocking melon and silverware to the floor in a jumbled heap. If she was concerned about the mess, she didn't show it as she laid back and opened her legs wide for him. Mark undid his slacks and dropped them along with his boxers in one deft move before he buried his face in her pussy. She wrapped her legs around him, her thighs closed on his neck as he ravaged her cunt. She squealed uncontrollably as he nibbled on her clit while his chin pushed on the slice of melon.

Mark lowered his mouth and put his lips to her swollen vagina. He began suckling on her and opened her sex up wide. He felt the edge of the melon slip into his mouth and bit down gently, slowly pulling the long slice out. He watched it exit her hole, dripping with a mix of fruit juice and her own sweet nectar. Mark held it between his teeth and brought himself up onto the counter top, dragging the melon slice across her stomach and her breasts as he went.

Emma rose up to meet him, hungrily biting into the fruit. They consumed the melon together slowly, each one taking turns holding it in their mouth as it grew smaller and smaller. Mark worked his cock against her sex, rubbing back and forth and letting his swollen head catch on her opening occasionally as they ate. She opened her lips and gently bit into the last bit of the melon. A chunk fell away and landed on her neck, slowly sliding down to her sternum and then her breasts. Mark quickly dove down and ate it off her, making sure to get her tits nice and juiced up as he ate.

"Do you know what you do to me?" Emma lusted after him, her hands sliding all over his shoulders.

"Probably the same thing you do to me," Mark smiled and kissed her passionately.

Their heated kisses became frantic as they shared a mutual need for each other that raged like an inferno. Emma motioned to flip over, and they rolled slowly, still kissing and being careful not to fall off the counter to the floor. Mark attacked her mouth and let his hands slide down her back to her ass where he kneaded and massaged her. He squeezed her cheeks, pushing her drenched sex closer to his rigid cock. She shifted her weight, pressing her lips against him and leaving a delightful wet trail. Her juices slowly seeped out as her desire grew. Emma smiled with pure, unadulterated lust and ground her slit against him. She felt his large head poking at her opening, and she eased him in slowly.

"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned as her muscles constricted around him and tried to compensate for his girth. They moved against each other in a trembling, almost awkward moment of familiarizing themselves with each other. They had only been together once before this, and their bodies remembered it fast as they got going faster and deeper with each stroke.

Emma worked her body into a hard pace quickly as she succumbed to the primal demands of her womanhood. Her breasts bounced back and forth with their rhythm, small beads of sweat starting to fall away from her painfully erect nipples. The counter held steady and true as they humped against each other, moving with such a fevered urgency that small animalistic noises began escaping from Mark's throat as he fought off his orgasm. They picked up their pace, fucking faster and faster while their skin slapped together violently.

A thin film of sweat broke out over their naked bodies to cool them as their lovemaking reached an almost angry pitch. Emma leaned down and rabidly kissed him, her tongue dancing about in his mouth. Her breasts slid wetly against his hard chest, the nipples tickling him with their hard points. Emma gripped his hands with hers, lacing their fingers together as they fucked, working to the climax. They could hardly breath as the moment came near for them.

Mark broke the kiss and let out a deep groan when Emma's muscles began to erratically spasm around his hard shaft. Each contraction leading up to her orgasm caused him to lose a little more control over the flood of semen he was holding back. Emma cried out like some pagan warrior princess and began shaking her head from side to side. Her hair flung wildly as her body spasmed, the moment of her orgasm now at hand.

"Yes baby!" Mark growled and rammed himself deep inside her, burying the tip of his cock into her soft, yielding flesh just as he lost control of himself. A fountain of hot cream sprayed her insides as he gritted his teeth and rode the lighting of his orgasm.

"Oh my God!" Emma's voice hitched for a moment as she threw her head back and her entire body whip lashed against him. Her cunt ejected her juices in a torrent that splashed his balls and the counter beneath. She kept on humping him, forcing herself to ride his cock as the overwhelming sensations radiating from her sex made her fingers and toes go numb.

There was a long silence in the kitchen as Emma came down from her high, slowly and surely coming to rest as his cock deflated inside her.

"You're still on the pill right?" he asked suddenly.

"Of course I am, dumb ass," she smiled and dragged her fingernails down his chest and stomach.

"Good," he smiled.

'And that's breaking the lock,' the voice behind his better judgment smiled.

...to be continued...