To Be Yours Again Chapter 223 The way it should

*DANICA*

The taste of a peach perfectly reflected its bright golden-red color. It tasted exactly the way it should.

Despite sucking in as I bite, so of the

juice escaped my mouth and wet my chin.

When I pulled the peach away from my lips, Lorenzo reached out to wipe my chin with his finger then sucked the juice from it. I watched entranced as the finger entered his mouth, his cheeks hollow with sucking.

I heard the firm pop his lips make when he took it back out. My own lips purse, half- parted in anticipation.

Lorenzo leaned in and I t him halfway, hypnotized. Our lips touch and we kissed again. His tongue parted my lips and swept inside my mouth to taste . We didn’t touch anywhere except our lips. My pussy grew swollen like an overripe peach ready to burst.

His mouth dropped lower to lick my chin clean of the sticky residue of juice and then he pulled back. “You taste like heaven,” he said with a smile. “Pure and sweet.”

My pulse pounded. I needed more.

He moved closer to again I felt overpowered by his maleness and wilted against him.

My hands pressed against his chest and it was hard. I tilted my face up to accept his kiss and sll the sexy, woodsy aroma of his scent that I loved so much.

Closing my eyes, I revel in the pressure of his lips covering mine. He was a good kisser and he had made feel equally good as well.

Our mouths moved together greedily. I could still taste a hint of peach on his soft, wet tongue. His arms around were strong. His hands slid up and down my back in a comforting caress.

I relaxed into this, stroking my fingers up his neck and into his softly curling hair.

After a few monts, he looked down at through heavy-lidded eyes and said,

“Ti for a feast.” His hands move on my shoulder, pushing the straps of my nightdress down. I wore nothing underneath so it was easy for him to uncover my breasts.

They pop out of the front of the dress, full and ripe, the nipples erect and red as rasp-berries. He leaned down to suck one into his mouth.

I gasped at the heat and wetness and the pulling sensation that extended all the way down to my crotch.

“Mm, nice,” Lorenzo said when at last he pulled away. “But they need sothing.” He reached for the fruit bowl again and pulled out another peach.

Coming back to , he squeezed the fruit and the skin broke letting juice trickle down my chest and over each breast. Before it could drip from my nipples onto my nightdress, he leaned in and sucked it up.

The feeling of his tongue bathing my breasts and the sight of his mouth moving all over ; his thick, dark eyelashes closed in rapture; made incredibly horny. I imagine how it must taste, the fructose mixed with the salt from my skin. It felt so good and the pleasure sent my moaning my head off.

Lorenzo evidently loved it and kept licking and sucking long after the juice was gone.

Quickly now, he stripped , completely.

His eyes told what they always tell . Of how beautiful he found .

He asked to lie on the table, then he searched around the room for sothing.

“What?” I asked.

“A knife.” Realizing how that might sound he added, “To cut the fruit.”

Getting the knife, I watched him get a lon, slicing a thick wedge, scooping the seeds into the wastebasket then cubing it.

He laid the lon slices in a neat line down my body from chest to groin. They were slippery. The juice trickled, it dripped onto the table on either side of . I believe we’re going to totally trash the table cover before we were through.

Lorenzo’s tongue poked out, resting against his upper lip as he concentrated. It was endearing. Coupled with that floppy dark lock of hair on his forehead, it made him look like a boy.

He cut into a peach, making thin wedges and arranging them artistically alongside the lon. I watched my naked torso turn into a fruit plate as he scatters handfuls of bright red and dark blackberries across the landscape of my body.

My contours were not flat and the berries start to tumble off of , but Lorenzo picked them up and mashed them into place. As he approached my groin, I tilted my head up to see what he would do.

He squeezed the berries in his hand and lets the juice ooze through his fingers. The rich red and purple juice dripped on my pubic mound, slithered on my inner thighs and sweetened my labia. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen.

Lorenzo rose, wiped his hand off on his slacks, then took them off. He stood naked in front of , and stared at the fruit-feast he had made for a few monts.

I twitched a little under his gaze, eager for him to start feasting on . My eyes were drawn to his sharp hip bones, tapered waist, jutting cock. I was thinking that when he was done with , I’d dribble nectar all over his dick and suck it off.

Finally he moved. He sunk onto the bed next to and leaned down to delicately pick up a chunk of lon from my breastbone with his teeth. He chewed and swallows then licks the puddle of juice from my chest.

My heart pounded under his tongue and my chest heaves. The sll of ripe fruit was as thick in the air as if we were lying in a garden.

He moved down to my breasts where he has sared handfuls of berry pulp. He lapped the purple and red mounds until there was only a slight lavender stain left behind.

My breathing grew shallower as he sucked and nibbled my tits. My nippled ache with desire and so did my crotch.

Lorenzo moved down between my breasts, eating bites of peach and lon from my quivering stomach. The touch of his mouth on my flesh was sending waves of lust throughout my body. The effort of holding still, maintaining a flat surface, was getting more difficult. I wanted to squirm and writhe under that softly moving mouth.

By the ti he reached my crotch, I was ready to scream. The sticky, slippery sensation of juice coating my body made feel like so pagan offering.

My eyes drift closed as his nibbling, licking mouth finally delved between my thighs. I parted my legs farther to encourage him and he lapped over my pussy, devouring the berries he had mashed there.

When he parted the folds to explore inside, I was so excited that I almost ca the mont his tongue finally reached and bathes my clit. My hips arched off the table and I moaned. He moaned too, loving my body’s eager response to his touch.