After Midnight (25 page)

Scooping up another orange from the bottom of the tub, she brought it to my nose. The pungent aroma stimulated me. The smell of orange peel has always heightened my self-awareness. The room was now swimming in it.

“Watch me peel this,” Traf commanded softly. I opened my eyes to find her warm brown ones soft with love. I shifted my
gaze to her hands, cradling the fruit as she often did my face. She raised it to her mouth and ripped through the thick skin with sharp white teeth. Petal-shaped bits of orange rind began to fill the water around me as she tore and dropped each piece. She kept biting until the orange was naked, then pulled it in half, scooping away the pulpy rind in the center. I watched as her long talented tongue found a nub at one end and began persistently licking it. She nibbled it with her lips then traced her tongue along the center of the fruit, to find and circle the nub once more. She pressed at it.

I touched my clit in the water, knowing she could see exactly what I was doing. “Oh, yeah, baby,” she paused to say. Then her tongue began to mimic the action of my busy fingers on the orange nub once more.

I reached up with my free hand and grabbed the orange from her. I dropped it in the water with the others and tugged at her shirt. I wanted her in the tub with me, now. “Get in here, lover,” I said huskily.

“Yes, ma'am.” She grinned wickedly, brown eyes sparkling in the candlelight.

Traf stood up and quickly removed her clothes. When she got down to her boxers she began to dance for me, her breasts swaying against her chest. She tugged playfully on first one side then the other, always dancing just out of my reach when I'd try to help. Finally she turned her back and dropped her drawers.

I love her ass. It's high and round, firm and plump. She shook it at me, then turned and climbed in the opposite end of the tub. Her feet settled firmly against my pussy, my legs still spread wide over the edges of the tub. One big toe settled firmly on my clit, shoving my fingers aside. Traf used her talented toe to stimulate me. She reached for one of the peeled oranges rolling around us, and pulled off a section two slices wide. I grinned at her.

“You wouldn't!” I challenged playfully.

“I would,” she disagreed with an evil grin, and proved it by pushing the section into my spread pussy. I arched my back at the feeling inside me. Traf tore free another section and pushed it into me as well. I moaned in excitement. A third section filled me. A fourth started to slip back out. She pushed it in. It slid out again. She pushed. I started to shake as the pressure began to build inside me. Traf pulled her toe away from my clit, and I subsided. Then she palmed my pussy and put her thumb where her toe had been. I closed my eyes and moaned.

The warm water laced with orange oil sluiced over my breasts and shoulders as I rode her hand. With every sway of my hips she pushed the orange wedges deep within me over and over again. Her mouth descended on a nipple, still sticky with orange juice. She sucked me, teasing the tip with her tongue. As my first orgasm started, her thumb quickened its pace. I shuddered on her hand and into her mouth. “
Querida
,” she murmured as my body quieted.

She gathered me up in her arms, switching us around until she cradled my body between her spread legs. I was fulfilled, satiated, totally relaxed. There was no better place to be in this world than within the sheltered cove of her body. I sighed, nestling into her neck. She bent down and kissed me.

I love the feeling of her breasts against my back. I rubbed my shoulder blades into them, relishing the feel of them. Her dark nipples hardened against my skin. Traf's large hands cupped my breasts, and as she pulled them back, I floated against her own.

She palmed my nipples, as hers pushed sharply into my back. I pushed my bottom down against her pussy, swaying gently to urge her lower lips open. I started to turn in the water.

“Wait,” said Traf, with a smile. “There's something I need to do first.” She pulled me up onto my knees in the water, so that
my bottom faced her. She used one hand to bend me forward, while the other one pulled back my hips. She fastened her mouth to my pussy and sucked.

One by one the sections of orange were sucked from my pussy. Each time, Traf took the time to chew it, nuzzling my ass and kissing it, or taking the occasional swipe at my clit with her tongue. I loved being exposed to her this way, feeling her hands and lips caress me. By the time she'd checked my pussy thoroughly with her tongue to be sure it was clear, I was ready for round two. I turned and sank back into the water, facing her.

I reached between her legs and found an untouched orange. I drew it up across her dark brown triangle, and over her belly. Then, using her knife, I inexpertly sliced it in half. I tore the pulpy fiber from its center. Then I fit each half directly over Traf's nipples. I rubbed them gently, knowing her nipples were jumping to attention. I squeezed.

The pulp of the orange exploded under the pressure of my fingers, and I mashed the fruit into my lover's breasts. When my fingers met her skin I massaged her deeply, squishing the orange against her. Then I bent to lick her clean.

I love Traf's breasts. They're round and full, swaying gently against her rib cage. Her nipples are perfect, a rich deep brown. I filled my hands with them, tracing my tongue across her hot skin. I took my time, enjoying what I was doing too much to hurry. Traf finally wrapped my hair in her hands, cupped my face, and pulled me up her naked body for a kiss.

Her breasts teased mine, our bellies flat against each other. My pussy rode hers, and I slipped my legs between her thighs to further the contact. I pushed against her, rubbing in tiny circles until I'd freed her clit. My own was throbbing when they touched, and the dance they did together lit a fire in both our bellies. We love to clit-fuck.

I rode her until her breath came quickly, her breasts rising and falling against mine. Then I pulled back.

“Go get your cock,” I commanded. She grinned at me wolfishly then rose and stepped out of the tub. I admired the view of her ass disappearing out of the bathroom, then turned my attention to releasing the cool water around me and refilling the tub with hot. Traf loves hot, hot water.

She stepped back into the tub, fully strapped and at attention. My eyes filled with passion for my handsome butch. I stopped her while she was still on her knees, and hoisted myself into the same position. I held the last unpeeled orange in my hand and brought it to her lips. “Bite it,” I ordered.

She did as I said, then watched with fascination as I tore away the rest of the peel. I held the orange up before her eyes, and used one thumb to widen the opening at one end. I teased the hole with my thumb, the bright red of my nail polish against the white-lace-covered orange. Traf's eyes followed every movement.

I upended the orange and plunged it down over the head of her cock. She gasped. The special cup at its end was filled with rubber nubs, and as one touched her engorged clit, she arched her back. She quickly looked back down to watch as I moved the orange up and down over her cock.

I held it in both hands, but I quickly released one to reach between her legs. Two of my fingers entered her as my thumb pressed under the cup to find and circle her clit. I kept both hands pumping in the same rhythm, and Traf gasped as I leaned forward and captured one nipple with my lips. I sucked it in.

I raked her nipple with the tip of my teeth, teasing it with my tongue. My fingers in her pussy felt the walls contract. My fist pumping the orange up and down on her cock caused it to rock into my other hand, crushing my thumb against her clit and
pushing my fingers ever deeper. Hot water swirled her thighs as they clenched around my hand, trapping it in place.

Traf rocked her hips, fucking the orange with her cock. My lips traveled up her neck, biting and kissing until I'd captured her earlobe. I blew gently.

Shivers spread from her center as she started to come. I pressed hard with the orange and swirled her clit firmly with my thumb. I sent a third finger inside her, and she rocked up and down on me. Her breasts bounced before my eyes.

She sank her ass against the edge of the tub, and I kept my hands busy as she slammed through one orgasm after another. I encouraged each aftershock into yet another climax. She finally seized both of my hands with her own, effectively stopping me. “Don't,” she begged. “It's too much.” I smiled at her tenderly as I removed my hands, dropping the orange into the tub.

We nestled into the water, wrapped in each other's arms. I think I even fell asleep on her shoulder for a moment. When we rose, we took turns tenderly toweling each other dry.

I brought us clean robes, and we wore them to dinner. My amethyst ring glimmered in the light of the candles Traf had brought from the bathroom. She gave me a small box containing matching earrings. The al catra was beyond delicious, boiled potatoes soaking up the fabulous au jus. Rich red wine filled fine glass stemware. Our finest china graced the table. In the background, k.d. sang softly from the stereo.

We did the dishes together, Traf's soapy hands massaging mine in the water. She brushed against me when passing to put things away. I knew from experience that she was far from satisfied. Although I was tired from my long day of writing and fantastic sex, I knew there would be more.

We went to the bedroom, pulled off our robes, and climbed into our queen-size bed to warm ourselves under the thick
blankets. I turned into Traf's arms, expecting another round, probably followed by another bout. My lover surprised me by turning me over and spooning against my naked back, satisfied to hold me in her arms. She nuzzled the nape of my neck and whispered into my ear, “We'll have plenty of time for lovemaking in the years to come.” She cupped my breast in her hand the way she does every night while we fall asleep. “Happy Valentine's Day, beloved.”

“Happy Valentine's Day,
minha amante
,” I murmured. I was happier than I'd ever been. I loved this woman more than anyone in my life and knew beyond any doubt that there is a God.

We snuggled for a while, and as I drifted off to sleep she whispered in my ear, “You're a really great writer. You could make it big one day. You should publish that story.” I smiled to myself, thoroughly in love with my muse. My beloved. My orange valentine.

CHELSEA JAMES
lives in Brooklyn, N.Y., where she writes and edits all kinds of naughty stories. She's currently working on
Her Skin
, a deliciously dirty novel.
After Midnight
is her first anthology, but she has many more in the pipeline.

Copyright © 2006 by Chelsea James.

 

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