“Who’s on cutting?”
“It’s my turn, I think,” Rachel volunteered.
I held out the designated fruit knife as though it were a regal sword, bowing deep before my queen.
Her technique was still a bit rough but her enthusiasm was undeniable. Going through many pieces of fruit of all types aside from pineapple which I was allergic to and mangoes which Rachel was. It was a Rockwell portrait of perfect domestic bliss. Pride before the Fall.
It was my fault really. I never told her about avocados. How their ‘stones’ very much lived up to the term and could glance off blades better than plate armor. I could have sworn I actually saw the knife bend slightly before it sprang back.
“Fuck!” Rachel screamed as the gleaming steel did its grim purpose.
It was like a reflex. So fast even I didn’t even know I was doing it. The offending knife clattering into the sink in the same instant as I took her wrist. Her blood was in my mouth. Warm and coppery as I sucked, trying to stem the flow. What started as surprise soon turned to calm, her eyes actually half closing with what looked very much like relief as well as pleasure. Without even looking, I pulled a paper towel from the roll and lightly wrapped her hand. Waiting for a moment to see if the scarlet soaked its way through.
The cut wasn’t deep but in one of the worst places possible. Right between her thumb and index finger.
“‘Tis no deeper than a well, nor wider than a church door,” I muttered.
“A plague on both your houses.”
Our eyes locked, each burning with their own color of fire, the same source feeding the flames. We kissed almost violently. The driving desperation driving us together. I lifted Rachel onto the shelf opposite the sink as she untied her robe. The tight knot finally giving way to reveal her full glory.
My hands went to her tits as though drawn there by a magnetic force. Her young, pink nipples already stood rigid as pencil erasers. Her muffled moans vibrated against my mouth and tongue as I fondled her. Getting her warmed up and ready for what was coming next.
Blazing a trail of warm, wet kisses along her neck and down her chest, I gently took one of her nipples in my mouth. Keeping the other between my thumb and forefinger, pulling on it making her moan in unbridled delight. I switched sides, giving an equal amount of love to each tit before continuing my progress downward. Rachel instinctively pulled her heels up onto the edge of the counter-top, holding her legs wide.
Her smooth young cunt was glistening like a spring in the middle of the desert. I dove into her tender depths like a starving man. Relentlessly devouring her sweet little pussy. Bringing up banshee howls of pure delight. Encouraged, I introduced my fingers. Slipping two of them in up to the second knuckle, working her tender folds as I focused my tongue on her hard clit. Caressing it in light, fast swirls.
I honestly thought she might pass out from sheer pleasure. Pressing her back against the wall as she began to quake with impending orgasm. She hit the stratosphere and started to slowly come back down to earth. I kissed her lightly as she recovered, covering her precious pussy with warm kisses. Her hand stroking my hair. There was nothing. Nothing in the world but the two of us. Locked in the embrace of lovers, not quite knowing where it might all go.
“C-can I s-suck it?” Rachel asked, nervously.
“Of course babe,” I said, kissing her on the mouth.
Helping Rachel down onto her feet, she continued lowering until she was on her knees. Naked except for the light silk robe hanging from her shoulders. Stroking her cheek, I let Rachel take out my cock, already at full hardness from the very sight of her luscious body.
Holding me in her warm hand, Rachel paused for a moment. Her eyes went wide. I’d figured she was probably a virgin. A suspicion attested by the tightness of her pussy. Though she was also pretty young, so it wasn’t final proof. Though the look in her eyes told me that mine was the first cock she’d ever seen, at least in real life. Whether her reaction was from wonderment or fear remained to be seen. Though it could have always been a combination of both.
You okay, honey?”
She nodded mutely. Her eyes still locked on my cock. It was like she was trying to figure out what to do with it. With some guidance from me, Rachel smoothed the savage beast with some smooth, fluid strokes.
Getting braver, she opened her mouth and licked the head as she stroked. Experimentally at first and then with much more enthusiasm. No doubt realizing it didn’t taste like she had feared.