Peach - Episode 3

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Peach, Episode 3 by Dana Fox Dimitri stood with his broad back to her, slicing vegetables. He was making her a salad with Farmers Market Hall. She sat facing him with her back against couch cushions, sipping a latte he'd handed her when she walked through the door thirty minutes ago.

Sunlight streamed in behind her thanks to a floor-length Edwardian window the couch backed up against. She felt warm and cozy and safe in his tiny but pleasant apartment. When she looked out the window behind her, she saw a pair of runners no doubt headed to nearby Golden Gate Park.

He spoke from the kitchen. I barely recognize myself. A salad for breakfast? What would my mother say? It isn't her grits and bacon, but one in Rome, right? Freya laughed.

I'd still like to eat grits and bacon. Another morning, perhaps, he answered. Freya took a sip of the rich and creamy latte, and drew up her legs halfway, settling into the thick softness of the cushions.

She watched him work, his muscles bunching and flexing as he chopped, his tight ass encased in black jeans. Already planning the next one? She teased.

He looked around his shoulder at her and gave her an impish grin. Must be all these good California vibes. And do you do this sort of thing a lot? Make ladies swoon? Freya asked.

He paused, his knife poised over the flesh of a yellow bell pepper, clearly trying to decide how to answer. I enjoy cooking for others, yes. Do I usually entertain ladies as young as you? No.

Or date my students? It's never happened yet. It's a common enough fantasy for men, isn't it? Freya questioned.

It is. And I won't deny that I am very attracted to you. I want to keep seeing you.

But I am aware of the power imbalance. I don't want you to feel pressured in any way. I don't, Freya answered.

This fantasy works both ways. Or don't you remember, Dr. Atom? As strange as it sounds, I felt something immediately when we met.

Like. .. Like an electric charge, she finished for him.

Yes, like a sudden knowing. Promise you will tell me if you don't feel comfortable. Freya nodded and Dimitri went back to slicing vegetables.

She felt looser, more relaxed. She wondered at how he would kiss her, how he would fuck her. She bet he was experienced in how to touch a woman.

The anticipation was almost too much. Come over here with that already. I'm hungry.

Dimitri dropped the bell pepper into the full salad bowl and poured dressing over the top. He gathered the bowl, two forks, and a plate with two french omelets on it and met her at the couch. He sat on the cushion next to her, his thigh touching her toes, and placed everything on top of the coffee table.

Freya peered into the bowl. What's in there? It looks like a rainbow.

We've got tomatoes for the lycopene. Spinach, of course, for the iron. There's some red onion in there for the heart, carrots for the eyes.

The yellow bell is full of vitamin C and this, this is a peach. For you. Dimitri selected a silver of the sunburst colored fruit and moved it to Freya's mouth.

Locking eyes with him, Freya opened her mouth and Dimitri said it on her tongue. Before he could move his hand away, she closed her mouth over his finger. Then, she sucked the nectar from his skin.

She opened her mouth and gave his finger one last lick as he withdrew. Her clit throbbed and wetness slid through her folds. She swallowed the ripe fruit along with his salty flavor.

When Dimitri tore his gaze from her lips to look at her, his pupils were blown with lust. Freya looked down at the hardness outlined in his jeans. She nodded at the bowl in his hands.

You don't have anything pink in there, do you? Dimitri looked down. No, I guess I don't.

Hmmm. Freya inched her thighs apart. Moving her hand down slowly, she cupped herself through her jean shorts.

Don't you? She asked innocently. Dimitri groaned.

What you do to me, Freya? He got off the couch and reached for her hands to help her stand up. Once she did, he knelt down between her legs and reached up to unsap her shorts.

He slid them down her legs, taking her panties along too. When Freya stepped out of them, he nudged her until she sat back down on the couch. He placed his hands under her thighs and lifted them back and open.

Dimitri inhaled sharply. You're so beautiful here, Freya. Can I touch you? Freya nodded, her body aching for his touch.

Dimitri drew a finger slowly down her parted folds. She had to stop herself from angling her hips so his finger might penetrate her other mouth. He slowly went back up until he reached the top of her sex.

Once there, he switched fingers and put his thumb on her clit. He pressed down and began circling the soft noob. Freya moaned.

It felt so good, she wasn't sure she could take it and she began closing her legs to stop the overwhelming sensation. Ah, ah, ah, keep these open, love, Dimitri said. I want to see every part of you.

He pushed two fingers inside her ripe flesh, never stopping his slow, deliberate circles on her clit. It feels so good, professor. Dimitri worked her pussy, his face mere inches away, watching as she tensed with mounting pleasure.

Do you want my tongue, Freya? Freya whimpered her affirmation. Dimitri withdrew his fingers and spread her folds open with wet fingers.

He leaned in and flattened his tongue against the bottom of her open flesh, slowly sliding it up to her clit. Dimitri groaned. Fuck.

You even taste like a peach. He swallowed down her juices and moved his tongue back to her clit making short, rhythmic licks one right after the other, the way a kitten might lap at cream. He never let up.

A lick every second. On and on, over and over, until her whole body tensed like a coil, tighter and tighter. You're going to make me cum.

Freya said, breathless. Dimitri pushed his two fingers back inside her and began thrusting while he licked. She couldn't keep her thighs open any longer.

It was just too fucking good. She put her hand around the back of his head and drew him to her, her thighs closing around his face. Freya felt her climax build and then burst inside her.

Ah. Dimitri licked and fucked her with his fingers until her orgasm began to fade. When it did, she loosened her hold on him and he pulled his fingers out slowly.

He gave her clit a soft kiss before rising to his knees and taking her flushed cheeks in his hands. Leaning in, he kissed her and she tasted herself on his lips. She opened her mouth to his tongue, reveling in it.

He ended the kiss with another soft peck, this time on her nose. His eyes were heavy-leaded when he pulled back to look at her. Dimitri chuckled.

Prufrock was an idiot.