Page 53 of Secrets of the Brother
He pushed his whipped cream-coated fingers past my lips. “Now suck.”
I sucked the sweet creamy mixture from his fingers. Pulling his hand from my mouth, he dipped his fingers into the goblet again, this time getting some of the sweet-tart rhubarb.
Like a little baby bird, I opened my mouth.
He pushed three fingers inside and I swirled my tongue around the thick digits. He pushed them in deep, almost gagging me, my lips stretched around the width.
With his eyes still on me, he reached around inside the basket and pulled out a jar of honey.
Bringing the jar to his mouth, he pulled the cork stopper out with his teeth. “Let’s see if I can make this sweet pussy even sweeter. Open your legs wider.”
I shifted my hips up as I widened my knees.
The sunlight from a nearby window glinted off the thick, amber syrup as he tilted the jar and we both watched it slowly drip down onto my lower stomach and shaved pussy.
Barone braced his fists on either side of my hips and leaned over the table. His dark eyes captured mine as he opened his mouth and swept the tip of his tongue along my stomach, tracing the swirling, drizzled line of honey.
I moaned.
He reached into the basket again and pulled out a peach half. Picking up the honey jar, he drizzled the golden nectar over the luscious fruit.
Setting the jar aside, he held the fruit a few inches over my mouth and gave it a slight squeeze. Sweet peach juice droplets mixed with honey fell onto my waiting tongue.
Barone swooped down and kissed me, sweeping his tongue inside.
When he pulled back, he held the peach up to my mouth. “I want you to lick this, like I’m about to lick you.”
I took the peach from his grasp as he kissed his way down my stomach to back between my legs. He swept his tongue over my pussy lips. He then raised an eyebrow, his intent gaze trained on me.
I pushed my tongue out and swept it up the center of the peach, licking the sweet honey.
“Brava ragazza.”
He swirled his tongue around my clit.
I matched the movement by swirling my tongue around the scooped-out center of the peach.
My body rocked back and forth on the table, held in place by his hands wrapped around my thighs.
There was an illicit eroticism from matching the movement of his tongue with my own.
It was as if I were getting myself off.
My chin and lips were covered in peach juice from the fruit I had crushed in one hand while I gripped Barone’s hair and pushed his head against my core with my other.
“So sweet,” he growled against my pussy, sending vibrations over my sensitive skin.
My shoulders came off the hard table surface as my breath seized in my lungs. My thighs clenched around his head, my orgasm coming fast and hard, bursting in a shower of sparks behind my eyelids.
I screamed his name before falling back onto the kitchen table surface.
He reared up. “You’re not done yet, babygirl.”
Barone lowered the zipper to his jeans and pulled his engorged cock free. He positioned himself at my entrance with one hand while he dipped the tips of his two center fingers in the honey jar.
“Grab my wrist. Guide my fingers to your mouth.”
I wrapped my hands around his thick wrist and brought his hand close, the tips of his honey-coated fingers caressing my bottom lip.
