We'd spent the morning at the farmer's market and returned home, arms laden with produce. I was excited about using the juicy strawberries and started whipping up cream while my partner washed our haul. Once the cream formed stiff peaks, I reached for a deep red berry, now glistening with moisture, from a bowl beside the sink. I didn't think I'd ever had a strawberry so perfectly ripe before, and without realizing it, a quiet moan escaped my lips.
"You're really enjoying those, huh?" my partner asked with a smile on his face. I laughed and placed a strawberry against his lips.
"Taste for yourself." A trail of juice wound down his chin as he bit into the plump berry. A subtle shift in his expression told me he couldn't deny the delicious flavor. I reached out to wipe away the errant juice with my thumb, and before I could suck it into my own mouth, he pulled it to his. I wondered whether he meant this to be arousing as his warm mouth enveloped my thumb. But as soon as it began, it was over, and my thumb was exposed to air that suddenly felt cooler.
"They are delicious," he said casually, turning back to the bowl for another berry. He deftly bit the tip from the strawberry, then squeezed a few drops of juice onto my bare skin. I couldn't help but laugh as he ducked his head and sucked the juice from my shoulder. Nor could I help reaching for the rest of the strawberry in his fingers and to pop it in my mouth. The flavor danced across my tastebuds as his tongue flicked my skin, and the moan that escaped my lips was much stronger this time.
"Needs a little cream, don't you think?" His words made me open my eyes, which I hadn't even realized I had closed. Only then could I see him dip a finger into the bowl of cream I had barely finished, then swipe it against my skin in the same place he had squirted the juice. He slowly licked the cream from my body with a flat tongue, no doubt enjoying the knowledge that he was working me into a sexual frenzy.
When he finished the last of the cream, I pulled his mouth roughly to mine for a passionate kiss.
"Those strawberries are incredibly juicy," came his murmur against my lips. "I bet something else is just as wet."
I barely had time to answer as he dropped to his knees in front of me and lifted up my sundress. He was right, and I was only going to get wetter as he worked with his tongue.