A Fruitful Intimacy

by Donna Gallagher

  Beth shed her clothes quickly.

  After picking up a slice of mango, Ben took a few steps in her direction so he stood directly in front of her naked form. With the mango held between his fingertips, he dragged the juicy fruit across Beth’s lips and down her neck, leaving a path of sticky wetness behind. He circled one nipple, noticing how turgid the bud had become.

  “I need a little taste,” was the only notice Ben gave Beth before sucking her inviting juice-covered nipple into his mouth.

  Beth gasped as she gripped his head. Her nails scored his scalp as she whimpered out the words, “God that feels so good.” Her body arched toward his mouth.

  Ben spent a good amount of time enjoying the taste of Beth as he moved from one place on her body to the next. Twice he had to stop and retrieve another piece of fruit, before continuing on with his journey.

  He paid extra attention to her soft, feminine tummy area, trying to make her see beyond doubt that she was still the only woman he wanted, needed—the sexiest woman in the world to him.

  Beth’s little moans, her pleas, were music to his ears. The taste of her body, with or without the essence of fruit, was the nectar of the gods. But he needed more. Ben wanted to feast on her pussy, suck on her clit until she begged him for mercy.

  He rose to his feet, dragging his mouth from her flesh. After blowing out a few candles, he made room for Beth to sit on the vanity. Lifting her into his arms, he positioned her body to best accommodate his goal of worshiping her cunt until she screamed out his name in pleasure.

  “Tell me what you need, baby?” Ben asked before returning to his knees in front of her.

  Chapter Nine

  Beth didn’t hesitate, her body on fire. She needed to feel Ben inside her—the man was driving her crazy. “You, Ben, I need you, your mouth. Finger. Whatever! Just touch my clit, make me feel again. Make me come, Ben. Please…”

  Beth didn’t care that she was begging, not when she felt the first lick of Ben’s tongue on her moist folds followed by his teeth nipping at her thighs. He was concentrating on and around her clit, pressing and rubbing every sensitive nerve in her pussy indulgently but never quite reaching the destination she wanted—one that would push her over the edge to what would no doubt be a mind-blowing, earth-moving orgasm.

  He lingered here and nipped there, teasing her into a full-on sexual frenzy. Her pussy was so wet she could hear the lapping sounds Ben was making as he feasted on her wetness. It felt so good but she needed more. She was bucking her hips so hard that Ben was forced to hold onto them a little too tightly. She’d probably be sporting some bruises tomorrow but what a wonderful reminder it would be of tonight—of the way Ben was driving her insane.

  “Harder. Yes…there. Oh, Ben, I’m almost there…” Beth said, finding it difficult to form the words and remember to breathe at the same time.

  Ben masterfully controlled her responses and her body, so that all Beth could do was anticipate her release, knowing it would be Ben leading her there and holding her as she flew.

  Just when Beth believed she could not handle the spiraling tension in her body, the pressure intensified on her clit. Her body went into bliss fueled spasms. Her senses flying off into orbit, the feeling of soaring so perfect, so intense, unrelenting, that every nerve ending in her body sang in response to the pleasure. Beth thought the orgasm would never cease. Ben didn’t let up, drawing out every moment of her climax until finally she couldn’t take anymore.

  “No more…I can’t take any more…too sensitive.” She moaned as she pushed at his head, still buried between her thighs.

  Beth encouraged Ben to his feet so she could catch her breath, her heart slowly returning to a normal rhythm.

  “Well that’s a little unfair. I was only just getting started.” Ben chuckled, his voice sounded breathless as he spoke. “Look at how much fruit there is. I wouldn’t want to waste any.”

  “My turn, husband.” She placed her hands on either side of Ben’s face and drew him closer until she could cover his lips with her own. As their mouths crushed together, Beth could taste a mixture of mango and her own juices—the flavor an erotic mix.

  Her tongue danced and dueled with Ben’s until finally, breathless, Beth pulled away.

  “Swap positions with me, Ben.”

  Without too much fuss, Beth levered herself from the vanity, and spun Ben’s body around so he could now rest his backside against the edge. There was no need for him to sit because as Beth lowered to her knees Ben’s rigid cock stood proud and hard within her reach.

  “First for some lubrication.” She grabbed a chunk of pineapple. “The inside is a little rough. I wonder how it will feel running up and down your cock?”

  The moan from Ben answered her question as she gently stroked the rim of his engorged head. “Hmmm… I hope I didn’t hurt you? Maybe I should kiss you better?”

  Opening her mouth, Beth leaned forward to take the tempting, rigid shaft between her lips. The hint of pineapple mixed with Ben’s musky scent was too inviting to ignore. She took him into her mouth as far as she could before dragging her lips away again. More interested in relishing her husband, she discarded the fruit in her grasp and wrapped one hand around the base of Ben’s cock. She massaged his balls gently with her other.

  Beth kept up a slow, torturous pace. Well, torture for Ben anyway—she was enjoying every moment. Having her lips around Ben’s cock, the satiny texture of the skin, the taste of the slightly salty drops of pre-cum, made her feel sexy—a welcome feeling. One she rejoiced in. Knowing she had control of Ben’s pleasure had her own arousal building and she hummed in enjoyment.

  “You’re killing me… Do that again. Hum again. Fuck me! So good! I can feel your mouth vibrating around my cock.” Ben growled as he grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged gently on the strands. “But you have to stop. I want to be buried balls deep in your wet pussy when I come, baby.”

  Reluctantly, Beth disengaged her mouth and loosened her grip on his cock. “We’re both too sticky to use the bed.”

  “Not a problem, I say we swap positions again.”

  Once again Beth found herself sitting atop the vanity—only this time Ben remained standing.

  “Shift your bottom a little closer to the edge, baby. I won’t let you fall.”

  Beth did as Ben had asked, wrapping her legs around his hips as his penis nudged the entrance to her pussy.

  “Hard ‘n’ fast or slow and sweet, Beth? Your choice.”

  The choice was really a no-brainer. She ached for the sensation of Ben filling and stretching her until finally they were joined as one. It had been so long. She needed that to happen without delay.

  “Hard, Ben. Right now. I need you inside me.”

  “Brace yourself, woman, ’cause hard ‘n’ fast it is.”

  The angle was perfect, leaning her back against the mirrored wall. Beth thrust her hips in time with Ben’s movements, her ass sliding back and forth on the slippery surface of the tiled bench top. Quickly her body buzzed with the familiar sense of urgency, reaching out to claim that prize of exquisite fulfillment.

  The feel of Ben’s lips as he took her nipple into his mouth, the gentle nipping and laving on her sensitive nub, left Beth breathless with desire. As Ben kissed a path up her neck, his breath a warm caress on her skin, Beth climbed toward that elusive peak. The sounds of their bodies joining together created a beautiful symphony. Her conductor, her maestro in this sensual movement, Ben. She was so close to bliss.

  “Beth, come with me, baby. I’m so close…”

  Ben’s words sent her careening over that final abyss. Pleasure flooded through Beth. Her body shook under the force. She voiced her response to the joy by calling out Ben’s name.

  He quickly followed suit, groaning, “Beth, oh Beth, I love you so much.” His body tensed, as he thrust into her one last time. She felt the force of Ben’s seed exploding from his cock deep inside her.

  She had missed this intimacy. Not just for the cli
max but also for the joining of their bodies as one. Being skin to skin, Ben’s warm hands stroking her body. Taking delight in exploring his muscled torso, her nipples rubbing against his slightly coarse chest hair. Beth loved to play with Ben’s springy curls, twirling them around her fingers as she nodded off to sleep, wrapped up and protected in the embrace of his strong arms.

  Tears filled her eyes, both with happiness over the knowledge she and Ben would be all right, that their relationship was going to be okay. But also over the amount of time they had wasted by not speaking of their problems sooner.

  “I love you too, Ben. I can’t believe we stopped doing this, especially given how good we are at it, how wonderful it feels having you buried inside me.” Beth sighed happily. “What on earth was I thinking? New rule—sex every day for the rest of our lives.” Trying for a seductive lilt in her voice as she stroked her finger around Ben’s flat, disc shaped nipple, she added, “Have I told you lately how gifted you are in the sex department?”

  “No, wife, you haven’t, but I’m all ears now. Go right ahead,” Ben replied with a wink, followed by a sexy chuckle. “Or maybe I should just put some of that talent to good use. I’m thinking you should just lay your sexy body down so I can finally have my very own erotic table. ’Cause I can think of a few more places I’d like to be nibbling fruit from.”

  Life would not always be wine and roses. Reality had a way of throwing hurdles in their path. But Beth could see the love Ben held for her, knew the love she felt for him in return. Together they could work through any problem, jump any hurdle. They just needed to remember to communicate, that no one was perfect, and that reaching out for a helping hand was not a sign of weakness because together, they were strong.

  Coming Soon from Totally Bound Publishing:

  Haven Security: An Opportunity Seized

  Donna Gallagher

  Released 16 th January 2015

  Excerpt

  Chapter One

  As soon as she spotted the little kiosk, all Toni could think of was tucking into a cold ice cream. The weather in London had been outrageously hot for the few days she’d been here. It was just her luck that a heatwave would hit town at the same time she did. She wasn’t even going to feel guilty for the calories she was about to consume—well, maybe only a little. Surely after all the walking I’ve done today I deserve a little treat, she told herself as she waited to be served. It was such a pain having to worry about her weight—and she did have to keep an eye on her food intake. Toni had always thought it was so unfair that she took after her pudgy father and not her pencil thin mother in that regard. Stupid genetics, she thought, as she found a shady spot under the branches of a big plane tree in the grounds of St James’s Park to sit and enjoy her treat.

  The park was opposite Buckingham Palace, and Toni watched the crowds of people streaming down the path. The changing of the guard had just finished and the sightseers were all headed off to the next attraction, just like she would be, after her quick rest break. London was a fascinating place and one Toni had been looking forward to visiting for some time. She was finding it hard to believe that she’d actually made it here and all by herself—still surprised that her parents had relented and let her go in the first place. The thought of her parents made Toni giggle—how horrified her mother would be if she could see Toni now, sitting crossed-legged on the grass, not to mention the frown that would crease her mother’s perfect face at the sight of Toni eating such a fattening treat.

  Toni knew her father would be horrified to think of his only daughter sightseeing like some common tourist. Her father had been invited inside the Palace, more than once, to attend some function or another, but those types of gathering were just not Toni’s cup of tea. She much preferred to keep out of the spotlight, blend in with the crowd and experience life the same as the bulk of the population. Being a mining magnate’s daughter was a difficult persona for Toni to uphold. She was plain, a little overweight and just didn’t fit in with high society standards—much to her mother’s disdain. She always managed to say something inappropriate or trip over her own feet at the worst possible moment, resulting in that look of disappointment and embarrassment her parents inevitably wore whenever she was around.

  Just as she bit into the crisp cone Toni felt something hit her shoulder. At first she thought she’d been struck by a ball. That was until the wetness started seeping through her T-shirt. It felt like a warm sticky mass sat on her right shoulder and as she looked down, Toni gasped as she saw the green, gooey clumps that now covered her front.

  Then the smell hit her.

  “Eww!” she squealed as her stomach rolled. Nausea was threatening to bring her breakfast back up, and while she’d enjoyed the morning meal, revisiting it would not be pretty. What little of the ice cream she’d consumed also burned the back of her throat. The rest of the sweet treat was now melting and running down her right arm. What am I going to do?

  The one small napkin she’d picked up at the kiosk was going to be of little or no use in trying to sop up the stinking, green lumpy mess, which had now made its way through her shirt to her skin. But if she didn’t do something and fast, she could add her own vomit to her hopeless plight.

  “Goose.”

  Toni heard the male voice, was shocked that anyone could be so mean as to call her that when she was in so much distress. She tilted her head up so she could at least see who it was that was making fun of her. Even in a strange town, Toni had managed to become the brunt of someone’s cruel taunt.

  The stranger was standing directly in front of her, looking down at her. He wore a baseball style cap and those horrible reflective sunglasses that Toni hated.

  “I think its goose poo,” the stranger added. “I’ve never really been a believer that a bird’s droppings mean good luck, but if it does, I figure you should probably buy a lottery ticket.”

  Jason hadn’t meant to make contact with her yet, if at all. His job was to follow and protect the target—Antoinette Grimaldi. It had been made perfectly clear to Jason that he needed to fulfil that charter without her knowledge while she holidayed in Europe. Her father, an extremely wealthy—no, scrap that, and make it ridiculously, filthy rich—businessman from Australia had used the firm Jason worked for on many occasions. So when his boss had given him this assignment, while not thrilled, Jason had agreed to take it for the good of the firm.

  He’d expected his target to be a rich, spoilt brat that he would probably be spending many late nights at clubs or standing outside some playboy’s apartment long into the early hours while she partied on to her hearts content. Jason had been wrong. When he’d seen the filth hit her and the mess it had left, he hadn’t been able to stand by and do nothing. Just the look on her alluring face had torn at his heart.

  Now she was looking up at him, her big brown eyes filling with tears.

  “I think we need to do something about that mess real soon, luv, ’cause that smell ain’t gonna get any better,” he said, trying to keep his voice calm, project a soothing tone—the tears threatening to spill from her eyes making him panic slightly. Jason was not trained to deal with teary females.

  “I thought you called me a goose.”

  It took a moment for Jason to realize that Antoinette had spoken to him and for what she’d said to sink in.

  “I don’t know what to do, how to get it off.” Her whispered voice sounded so defeated. Every protective instinct in Jason rose to the occasion, bringing with it an overwhelming need for him to help her, whatever the cost. Without a moment’s hesitation he unbuttoned the shirt he had on over his T-shirt and took it off, holding it out to her. “Take yours off and put this on.”

  “But I will have to lift it over my head and the poo will get in my hair and on my face, plus I can’t take your shirt. I don’t even know you,” she replied sadly.

  In the days Jason had been watching over Antoinette, he’d been shocked at the lack of care the girl had shown for her own safety. She’d never once l
ooked over her shoulder to see if anyone was following her or given a second thought to wandering the streets of London alone, even at night, and now she was going to start worrying about the fact that she didn’t know him. “Well, your accent would suggest that you’re an Aussie, and so am I. My name is Jason and it would be my pleasure to assist a fellow countryman—or woman in this case—in her hour of need. I think your top is ruined so I could always cut it off you so you don’t have to pull it over your head.” Jason didn’t bother telling her that there were goose droppings in her hair too.

  “You have a knife?”

  Way to go, idiot. Now she thinks you’re a knife-wielding stranger. “I have a Swiss Amy knife on my key ring that has a small pair of scissors.”

  “Oh! I see…” she said, after a few seconds had ticked by.

  Jason could almost hear the wheels grinding in her mind as Antoinette tried to work out whether to take his offer for help or not.

  Finally, obviously having decided on her fate, she continued, “And yes, Jason, I am from Australia. I guess your plan is the only one I’ve got. I hope I don’t get arrested for undressing in public, though.”

  The look on her face was priceless—she really was adorable and that was a word that Jason did not normally associate with women. Hot, fast or sexy were more the kind of words he liked to use when he thought of the opposite sex. Antoinette Grimaldi was sexy in her own way, he decided much to his own horror—the last thing he needed was to get emotionally involved with a client—especially one that was unaware of his employment. It was a major rule breaker in his line of work.

  “I think we can pull this off without drawing any unwanted attention, luv. If you stand with your back to the tree trunk I can block the view from the front while we do the swap.” Jason hoped that his idea would make her feel a little better about shedding her top in public. He wasn’t a huge guy but he was big enough to block her small frame from passers-by.