A banquet from Making it Real today, with lots of yummy kisses and foodies!
And here we go, you’re going to be hungry for something when you reach the end of this excerpt!
“Now, for dessert I’ve got a picnic of delights. But, you can’t eat a picnic at a table, can you? Join me on the bed?” “Certainly.” My body zinged in anticipation.
“Oh, and that beautiful dress should come off. Some of this food is a bit messy.” “I’ll take mine off if you’re taking yours off.” I smiled seductively. “Certainly,” he replied as he wheeled the trolley over to the side of the bed. “Let me set out the food first.”
A crisp, white tablecloth was spread on the bed as I took off my cardigan. Onto it went an array of gorgeous fruit, including strawberries, raspberries, bananas and grapes. There were whole peaches, mangoes and plump, yellow pears. As I slipped off my shoes and undid my dress, rich, dark chocolate joined the feast.Some in hard tablets and other in small bowls wrapped in warm wet towels, keeping it melted. Thick cream in a little jug joined the rest, as my dress dropped to the floor.
I sat on the side of the bed very carefully, making sure not to spill the liquids. “This looks divine.” I commented as Will shrugged off his jacket and pants. “Doesn’t it? And I’m a big fan of finger food.” “Me, too,” I replied, sinking my teeth into a plump strawberry. “Hey, wait for me.” He unbuttoned his shirt and showed off more of his hard, tanned chest. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.” I grinned,” You should know I have little self control.” “True.” He laughed and flung his shirt to the floor. He sat beside me. “What do you recommend?” “The strawberries are lovely.” I picked one up by the stalk and pressed it to his lips, which parted and enveloped the rounded end.His teeth pressed into the soft flesh and deep pink juice spilt down his chin. “Mucky pup,” I chided, then leant in and licked up the dribble from his chin.
“Have you tried a peach?” he asked and held one up for me to bite. My teeth sunk into the pillow-like flesh and the juice sluiced down from my mouth, dribbling over my chin and on to my chest.
“Oops.” Will bent over and licked up the drip that was heading for my bra, “And you said I was messy. You better lose the bra.” The lustful twinkle in his eye was apparent as I faked reluctance with a sigh. “I will not be paying for any ruined lingerie,” he said seriously and bit into my peach. “Well, if you insist.” I shook my head and reached behind me.I unclipped my bra and let my breasts loose. I didn’t feel as self-conscious this time but I barely had a chance to anyway, because as my tits were freed Will grabbed and smooshed the peach all over them. “Oh, that’s cold,” I yelped and then moaned as his lips enveloped my nipple. He tried to suck as much of my breast into his mouth at once, as he could. “Mm, these peaches are gorgeous.” He picked up another,squeezed it in his fingers until juice began to flow then squished it against my breast. He licked, sucked and nibbled the juice and pulp left covering my breasts.
My hand came down in the centre of the cloth, and a soft, juicy fruit gave under my fingers. I gripped it, and lifted it to my lips. It was a piece of mango. “Fancy some mango?” I asked as he came up from air. He nodded his head in assent, peach juices smeared over his lips. I placed the piece of mango between them, then took the other end between my teeth and bit down. The mango was unctuous, the juices sweet and refreshing. I continued to chew down the chunk until my lips met Will’s and we kissed in an orgiastic explosion of fruits.
“It is gorgeous,” Will panted, as the kiss faded. “The mango?” “Yeah, that also.” He grinned, dipped a raspberry in the melted chocolate and pressed it to my lips. The tart raspberry, soft and giving, contrasted wonderfully with the bitter creaminess of the dripping chocolate that Will kissed off my lips and cheek.
“I want to try some of this,” I took the bowl of chocolate and poured a dollop onto his chest, “with some of this.” I grabbed the cream jug and let a steady stream slip and meld with the chocolate on his sloping chest. I put the jug and bowl on the trolley and set to lapping up the creamy chocolaty goodness that rested on the most handsome plate I’d ever seen. I put my hand out and grabbed whatever was near. A soft, green grape was plunged into his cup- like tummy button to scoop up the chocolate cream. I ate it as it sat there, the fresh fruit cutting through the silky cloyingness of the chocolate.
I ran a slice of pear up and down his chest and stomach.It tickled him and picked up the last traces of my indulgent dessert. We shared the pear, then Will sat up. He gripped two sides of the cloth, picked it up and lowered it and its fruity contents to the floor. He pushed me back and smeared his sticky chest all over mine. Sticky lips glued together, our shaking hands skimmed up and down our sides. I didn’t want to think, I didn’t want to breathe.I just wanted to kiss and feel more of his flesh against mine.
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