Reconnection - part 2

Part 1 is posted here

New Year was still a few weeks away, at the end of January; earlier than most years. When Lila had mentioned it in email, looking for a mutually agreeable weekend, I asked how she usually celebrated. "Remembrance and renewal," she'd written. "Sort of like a prayer for a hopeful future."

I was sure she didn't mean us. This was a weekend, between New Years and New Year, a gray area when the traditions of the world didn't matter, when we could bare ourselves to each other in ways the world wouldn't understand. Or condone. I opened the refrigerator door wider and knelt down to show her what I'd brought.

"Where did you find persimmons around here?" she asked. Lila picked up one of the fruits from the fridge. The skin was pink and orange and glossy, yielding to her fingers as she squeezed the sides. A tear formed under the hard leaf began to weep. "Pretty ripe."

"Google's my friend," I said. "I found an Asian grocery store on the way."

"It smells amazing." She tore the fruit in half with her bare hands and juices ran down her fingertips. I marveled at her naked form. From my vantage point, she looked like a giantess, her large breasts even more impressive thanks to forced perspective. Her nipples were hard, like brown berries begging to be licked. The fridge alarm beeped and woke me out of my stupor. I started to close the door when she stopped me. "Grab the fruit," she said and walked away.

Lila moved the quaint centerpiece off of the dining table with a sweep of her hand, then laid down on the glass top. Squeezing the persimmon halves in each hand, she forced the flesh out from the skin, then rubbed her tits with them. She made slow circles that left a trail of juices on her areolas. Her eyes looked hungry. I walked to her, setting the fruit bowl by her side, letting my cock hang over her face. She brushed it with the persimmon and the cold chill made it twitch. She giggled. Then she did it again.

I gasped, not realizing how sensitive I'd become. When she craned her neck to lick my balls, I groaned and leaned over for support. I took one of the persimmon halves and rubbed it along her belly, massaging the juices into her skin, her curved hips, and the bare mound above her pussy.

"More," she said, pointing at the fruit bowl. It was the last word she said before she opened her mouth and began sucking my fruity cock. My eyesight dimmed in euphoric pleasure. God, I loved her mouth.

Peeling a ripe banana, I squeezed it until the tropical scent filled my nostrils. Lila moaned in assent as I rubbed the sticky paste on her tits, rolling my fingers over and under each breast. I peeled another, then another. The rich sweet fruit mushed on like lotion over her body, her thighs and arms. When she lifted her ass off the table, I held it with both slippery hands, coating it with more fruit. Lila's moans shook my cock, so deep down her throat, I thought I was going to come and pulled out.

Her breathing was hot and haggard, drool running down her smiling lips. "I want your sweet cock in me right now." I spun her on her ass and she laughed as flecks of fruit spun with her. She used her fingers to spread her pussy lips open. Wasting no more time, I angled the tip of my cock and teased her, sliding it slowly up and down her slit. We locked eyes. I could feel the heat of her pussy on the back of my shaft. Reaching out, she scratched my stomach and held my waist.

With her spread legs in my arms, I entered her and it was as if I slipped into paradise. Her pussy was tight, so tight that I stopped with just my head inside. Lila arched her back and fell again to the table, breathing harder. I bent over and we kissed, tasting the fruit between us and with that subtle change in position, my cock buried deep into her sex. Lila whispered in my ears. "Fuck me, just like that."

I couldn't get enough of her. Cradling her waist and neck. I slid back and thrusted again, slow and hard. I started to moan with her, the ecstasy building between us. Her pussy was a furnace of white hot passion, stoked by my cock. I could feel her walls clenching and releasing me, over and over, in time with her mewls and gasps for air.

Haunching over her chest, I lunged for her tits and sucked the fruit off her nipples. As I flicked it with my tongue, I felt her pussy respond in kind. Our bodies slapped into each other faster, sweet cream spreading on our thighs. I was a machine now, relentlessly fucking her until her pussy tightened. She came on my cock, quivering and shaking, screaming and slapping the table as I held her, safely guiding her back down to earth.

"Are you okay?" I whispered, massaging her belly.

Eyes closed, she smiled and nodded. "Put it back. I'm getting cold."

"We can't have that." With one leg on my shoulder, I propped her on her side. I held her thigh with one arm, then slid back into her pussy. Unreal, she was tight as ever. It felt different and we both could tell. Fucking her sideways was our little treat. I could feel her regain her strength, her legs holding me tighter with each stroke.

She took my free hand and slid it over her body, still sticky with fruit. The trail went through the valley of her breasts, up her neck and cheeks until two fingers went into her mouth. She started sucking. The burning in my loins began to spread, radiating over my body and I knew I was close to the edge. I moaned and fucked her harder. Faster and faster, but she didn't let me go. Finally I reached the breaking point and gave one more push.

"Fuck!" My legs shook. I could feel every rope of semen filling her eager cunt, every last throbbing pulse going deep deep inside her. Chest heaving, I fell into her arms.

We slowly stood up from the table to survey the damage. The tabletop was smeared with yellow and orange fruit. The fruit bowl was nowhere to be seen. Our feet were sticky as we walked to the bathroom, fingers intertwined.

The shower was large and had two nozzles, one on a long hose. As we let the warm water wash over our bodies, I used the hand tool to clean Lila's hard to reach spaces. I watched my cum dribble down her inner thigh.

"You had a lot," she said, holding my cheeks. "I love how you fill me up." We kissed, finding somewhere to hold again on each other. Lila's cheeks were flushed and warm. Her hands ran down my leg, around to my butt. "Shall I clean you first?"

I nodded and she had me face the wall. I heard the squeeze of the soap bottle and then her hands fell on my shoulders. Lila worked slowly, rubbing the body wash into my chest and back, moving lower and lower. Soap suds trickled between my ass and down my leg. When a hand reached underneath and cupped my balls, I groaned. Lila's soapy hand gently scrubbed my skin, my cock, and inner thighs. She paid special attention to the head of my cock, finding the sensitive underside of the tip. I never felt so dirty getting so clean.

She changed the hand nozzle to spray and the sudden pressure on my balls felt like nothing else, like a hundred little pinpricks. I started to get hard again. Lila began stroking me from behind, holding the water against my balls. "You like that, huh?"

"Mhm," I moaned.

She squeezed on more soap then reached around, jerking me off faster. I was rock hard again, aching for her touch. "There you are," she said, "there's my good boy."

My hips rocked on their own, slowly thrusting with her soapy hand. Still, the spray against my balls sent electricity over my body, right down to my toes. When I came again, it was like a meteor strike, fast and explosive. Lila washed me again before handing me the nozzle.

She turned away and wiggled her golden voluptuous ass. "My turn."

Soaping my hand, I massaged every inch of her smooth skin. Suds pooled in the dimples of her back until I rinsed them away. I nuzzled into the steamy crook of her neck, letting the water run down her back. She smelled like a dream. Lila bent down, her elbows against the tile. I knelt down and kissed her glorious cheeks as she reached behind her and held my head, guiding me to her center. I spread her ass and gave my first furtive licks over her sweet hole.

Lila held me there, using my head like a handle for my outstretched tongue. She leaned against my face and I held her up, strumming her pussy lips at the same time. This wasn't about penetration, this was all about intimate pleasure that we could only admit to each other. I loved eating her ass, rimming and worshipping the folds and dark textures I couldn't see, and Lila was the most beautiful receiver in the world. As steam and our hushed voices filled the shower, I lost track of time.

"I'm going to come," she moaned, digging her nails into my scalp.

I slid my fingers over her clit and rubbed the smooth swollen flesh. "Come for me, Lila," I said, moving faster. She let out a guttural cry and fell on me, her thighs shaking. It was glorious, having her full weight on me, relying on my strength to hold us both. Slowly, carefully, I brought her down to the floor with me until I could wrap my arms around her, the shower washing over both of us. She looked back and we kissed again, until the last pulses of pleasure faded.

Later, we dried off and put on bathrobes. I remembered the state of the dining room and opened the hall closet, looking for cleaning supplies.

"Leave it," Lila said.

"It'll get harder to clean if we don't."

She opened her tote bag and took out a can of whipped cream. Tugging open her robe, she sprays a dab of cream around her nipple. "What if we just keep it messy?"

I shook my head and smiled before wiping a bit smeared banana off the table. "We can't be dirty all the time. Let me just get this before it dries."

"Why don't you get this before it dries." We both laughed before reaching for paper towels. She was right, I was going to make sure the cycle of clean and dirty continued all weekend long.

End of part 2 (part 3? Maybe?)