Oranges

Part IV


She did as he said and lay back slowly, her ankles touching, her hands folded over her stomach, rising and falling with each short breath, while the man ate his orange, the juice running down his thick thumbs and the back of his hands.

"The first man said it," she suddenly blurted out. "The man who took my virginity."

"Said what?" The man asked, sucking juice off his fingers. He stood, naked in the middle of the room, two sections of the orange left in his palm, his head cocked to one side as he surveyed her body.

"I wasn’t built for it, he said. He said that I was cold. Didn’t know how to let go."

"Spread your legs apart," he said to her and she complied without hesitation. He knelt between her open legs and squeezed one of the sections of orange over her thighs. The cool drops of liquid rose goosebumps on her skin. Then he squeezed the fruit up over her flat stomach and between her breasts. He rubbed the crushed fruit over her hardened nipples and in the hollow of her throat.

"I think he was full of shit," he said, tracing his finger through the drops of juice. "Here's a little secret. There are guys in this world who think they know how to fuck a woman, and when she just lays there quiet, they think it's her fault." He leaned over and sucked at her juice covered throat, his hot erection against her stomach. "It's their fault. They don't know the secret. A woman wants an animal, am I right, sugar?"

She trembled with a feeling of dizziness and warmth.

"Hungry?" He said with a smile. She didn’t answer, but when he held the fruit to her mouth she opened her lips so he could fit it inside. "I’m hungry, too."

He bent over and sucked the droplets of juice from her collarbones, licking at the skin, trying to taste more than orange. He wanted to taste how her blood flowed, how her skin stretched, how the fine down of hair rested against her.

She arched her back at the touch of his tongue. Her pussy was getting wet. She was embarrassed. She knew he could smell her. His hand closed over her left breast and lightly twisted her nipple as he sucked at the right one, taking her pink bud between his teeth and pulling it up over his tongue. There was still one piece of orange left in his right hand.

He held her thighs wide apart as he kissed his way down, between the valley of her breasts, over her stomach, to the tiny hill of her pelvic bone that stood out from her hip. She could feel his hot breath between her legs. She’d never had a man there before. A man’s mouth, a man’s tongue. And he didn’t give it to her. Instead, his lips found her thighs, quivering with nerves and tension. The skin was softer there, paler. His hands looked worn and weathered against her leg.

She moved. It was the tiniest movement, but he felt it. She was pushing herself toward him. She wanted more, and he took note of it.

"What do you want, sugar?" He asked. She could feel each of his words pass over the sensitive skin between her legs, the tight, pink clit. His lips were an inch, a breath away. He brushed his scratchy hard chin over the tangle of hair. "You want your pussy licked?"

She cout brt breathe. He was so close. Something in her brain said, ‘beg for it," but she couldn’t. And then it was too late. He pulled away from the glistening treasure and produced the last piece of orange. He squeezed the little half moon over her curled triangle of dark hair. She felt a cold stream of it tickle over her and the muscles inside of her clenched and heated. She gasped. More drops of juice over her pussy, settling between her lips, bright citrus mixing with her own musk. She groaned as he pushed it inside of her, cool and smooth.

"What’s that?" he said, looking up at her. "Come on little girl, tell me what you want."

"I want to come," she said quietly. "I want you to make me come."

"Mmm," he said, again dragging his rough, angled chin between her legs. "My pleasure, sugar."

He dipped his tongue into the wetness and her back arched a bit more. Her eyelids fluttered. He held her legs apart and lapped at the wet skin, slick and musky, before slipping two fingers deep inside of her, twisting and pulling along while his lips suckled at her clit, pulling at the piece of orange that settled inside of her.

And then she touched him. She couldn’t take it anymore. She felt too passive. Her body needed to move. She wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into his back as he sucked at her pussy. She reached down and grasped his head with both of her hands, bucking her hips against his face.

"Oh my god, oh fuck," she cried breathlessly. Her body was trembling, her muscles tightening. "Make me come, please. Please."

He worked his fingers in and out of her a bit faster, sucked on her clit a bit harder, and felt his dick growing, hardening. He wanted so badly to hear her scream. He wanted to feel his dick in that slick wetness. He wanted to look her in the eye while she came for the first time. But he wasn't sure he'd have time. She was teetering on the edge.

"Fuck," he said, pulling away from her. "I'm going to fuck you, little girl. Make you scream. We'll see who knows how to let go.

As soon as he pulled himself up to enter her, she pulled at his shoulders. She wanted to feel his chest against her chest, she wanted to feel his breathing. He thrust into her deeply and both of them whined with ecstasy. His mouth found hers and he began to pump into her, fast, but deep, making sure she felt the length of each thick stroke. Her legs wrapped tightly around his and she bucked against his huge prick, moaning as their tongues twisted together hotly.

And then her stomach tightened and bottomed out. She felt light headed, her heart pounded erratically, she couldn't catch her breath. It was the first down ward sensation at the top of a rollercoaster. A feeling she hadn't had in years. He growled in her ear and pushed himself in deeper. She dug her fingers into his back so deeply she was sure she'd drawn blood. Her mouth fell open and she cried out in what to anyone else may seem like pain, but it was the only way she knew to express how high and disoriented this...her first orgasm was making her feel.

The sound of her wailing made him wild. He felt his balls tighten and before he could warn her, he exploded inside of her, joining her in her screams.