“Come here,” he said. “And bring that banana.”
She came to sit next to him on the bed, handing over the yellow fruit with a wistful sigh. He took it and set it on the other side of him, leaning back on a pillow and looking at her.
“One of the things I’ve always loved about you…” He stroked the hand she was using to prop herself up. “Is how proud you are. So proud of yourself-and proud of me.”
She smiled at him, wrinkling her nose.
“But sometimes I think it gets in the way…” He circled her wrist with his finger and thumb. She had small wrists and delicate hands. “Don’t you?”
She sighed and nodded. Her gaze skipped over him to the banana, her stomach growling loudly. It was loud enough they could both hear it.
“I know you’re hungry,” he said, acknowledging he’d heard the noise emanating from her middle. “And I’m going to feed you, if you’re a good girl.”
Her eyes snapped up to meet his, blazing at him.
“There it is. That’s what I’m talking about.” He nodded, still smiling. “I think it’s time you swallowed some of that pride.”
“Here.” He pulled up his shirt tails, and held his cock, which flopped limply over his fingers. “Suck.”
She stared at him, open-mouthed. What? No way! She shook her head, her mouth set in an angry, thin line, glaring at him.
“Yes.” He sat up enough so he could grasp her by the hair, pulling her toward his crotch. She could have resisted, but it would have hurt her to jerk away. “Sometimes you don’t know what’s good for you. Trust that I do.”
She snorted, rolling her eyes. Good for me? A blowjob for him is good for me? What kind of twisted logic is this?
Looking at the banana on the other side of his hip, she took his flaccid length into her mouth. She’d been doing this, or some variation of this, to him for ten years and she knew exactly how to get him hard. Her tongue worked back and forth over the frenulum as she made a circle with her thumb and forefinger around him. When his cock began to swell, she started taking him in from base to tip in long, cheek-hollowing sucks, doing it again and again until he was fully erect.
“Look at me.” He moved her hair out of her eyes. She didn’t take his cock out of her mouth, she just tilted her eyes up to him. “I love you. Do you know that?”
She pulled her head off his cock, opening and then closing her mouth.
“Just nod, yes or no.” He smiled, sliding her head back down onto him.
Laura felt her throat closing with tears. She nodded, his cock pulsing against her tongue. She had heard those words a thousand times from him, but this was different somehow. Something had changed, and she didn’t know what it was.
“Do you love me?” He caught one of her tears with his thumb as it fell. She nodded again, unable to stop the crying. She had never felt it so fully and completely as she did right now. He nodded, watching her tears falling.
“Suck.” He pressed his hand against the back of her head. She took him into her mouth again, as far as she could. She had never been very good at deep-throating him-Rick wasn’t a small man, anywhere-but she tried, gagging a little, and it made her eyes water until she wasn’t sure why tears were running down her cheeks.
“Deeper,” he said, and she could feel him pressing in. Her throat constricted and she choked, gasping for breath.
“Just open.”
She found that when she relaxed her throat muscles, she could take much more of him, so she did, breathing through her nose as he thrust slowly in and out of her mouth. The longer she sucked him, the more open her throat became. When she looked up into his eyes, she felt completely connected to him, as if the cock in her mouth completed a circuit between them.
“Okay.” He eased his cock out of her mouth. The empty feeling she had when he took it away surprised her. His thumb wiped at her wet cheek again.
“Hungry?” he asked. She nodded, eager, and he smiled, reaching for the banana. He peeled it back a quarter of the way and offered it to her. She took a bite, moaning as she mashed the sweetness against the roof of her mouth. Her throat felt raw and tender as she swallowed.
“More?” he asked. She nodded and opened her mouth. He fed her another short length, and she moaned again as she swallowed it, her stomach clamoring. A banana had never tasted so good. She opened her mouth once more, waiting as he peeled it further, feeding her bit by glorious bit.
When it was gone, she made a happy, satisfied sound, practically a purr, and then watched him toss the peel onto the night table. She stretched out beside him, smiling. He stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head. His cock had fallen to half-mast but it was still pulsing and slick with her saliva.
“Still hungry?” he asked and she nodded against his chest. Her stomach was happy with the banana, but she was nowhere near satisfied. “Go get the peach.”
She leapt off the bed and went to the dresser, getting the soft, ripe peach and offering it to him. He took it from her, setting it on the other side of him again where the banana had been.
“I want you to undress.”
She raised her eyebrows but started unbuttoning her blouse from top to bottom, pulling it out of her skirt so she could undo the lower buttons. Her hands trembled, and she told herself it was because she was hungry as she peeled her blouse off her pale shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
Her bra was a front-hook, and she unclasped it, dropping it next to her blouse. Her flowered skirt unzipped in the back, and Rick watched as she struggled with it, finally getting it far enough down so she could wiggle it past her hips.
Last were her panties, and she hooked her thumbs under the elastic to peel them off. She couldn’t remember the last time she had stood in front of him like this, completely exposed. His cock was hard again, pulsing skyward.
“Put your arms above your head.” His gaze moved over her breasts, watching them as she lifted her arms. Her breasts were sweetly pear-shaped with dark brown nipples that ripened into fat buds when they were sucked.
Rick got up from the bed, grabbing his tie off the chair. Laura would have been a small woman next to any man, but next to her husband, she felt almost doll-like. He could easily grasp her wrists in one hand, and he did, wrapping the tie around them. He made a knot, wrapping some more and then making another.
“Does that hurt?” he asked. She shook her head, eyes wide. “Good. Can you lower your arms?” She tried, finding she could, leaving her wrists crossed in front of her navel.
He sat on the edge of the bed, reaching back for the peach.
“Kneel.” He tossed a pillow on the floor in front of him. Laura struggled to her knees, finding it harder than she thought it would be without the use of her hands. “Look at me.”
“Bite.” He offered her the peach. His hand brushed hair out of her eyes, flipping it back over her shoulders and out of the way as she sank her teeth into the fruit, tearing off a piece and moaning at its sweetness. The juices ran down her chin and although she tried catching them with her tongue, it was impossible.
“Suck.” He pulled his shirt tails back to expose his hard cock. She chewed the rest of the peach flesh, swallowing before eagerly taking him between her lips. Her mouth was cool and sticky from the fruit as she ran her tongue up and down his shaft. Rick watched, his gaze never leaving hers.
“Bite.” He offered her the peach again, and she took her mouth off him to take a large bite, juice flowing down her chin this time, running in rivulets between her breasts. She chewed happily, her gaze on him, flickering from his face to his cock. Her hands, crossed over her belly, longed to slide further down. She felt the heat of her pussy, growing wet and swollen between her legs.
Her face was full of juice now, and he watched her swallow the peach flesh and lick her lips before saying, “Suck,” again. She obeyed, leaning in to take his cock between her sticky lips. He tasted like peaches now, and she moaned around him as she tried to take it all, working her head up and down his shaft.