For a tantalizing second it hung, suspended by the tiniest thread, a perfect teardrop tableau, before dropping, glistening orange-amber in the morning sun. A second later it splashed against tanned olive skin, rivulets spreading over the dark brown of a hardening nipple. Angela giggled and lunged forward, sucking the piece of mango out of my fingers.
It was Sunday morning. Sunlight streamed through the bay window and spread across the bed. The Sunday New York Times was strewn amongst the rumpled sheets and our naked bodies. Half empty coffee cups steamed on the nightstands next to bagels and fruit salad, which I was now feeding to Angela, piece by piece. Her perfect tits shone with fruit juice, and I was looking forward to cleaning them thoroughly with my tongue.
Taking a strawberry I gently traced it across her lips, just pulling away every time Angela tried to take a bite. Smiling her wicked grin Angela grabbed at the strawberry, but I was too quick, and she squealed in happy frustration. Playing keep away brought Angela closer, until she was literally crawling up my body trying to get the fruit. Clasping the strawberry in my teeth I grabbed her hands with mine, forcing them behind her back. Angela struggled, but I was too strong. Leaning forward I ran the strawberry across her lips again. Angela slowed her struggle, moaning softly, until I let her take the strawberry from my mouth. My tongue followed, and we kissed amongst the sweet fruit, juices running down both of our chins as our tongues slid across each other's. Angela moaned into my mouth, sucking my tongue into her mouth. My hands loosened their hold on hers and I pulled her into me.
We had been up late making love, and I had woke up feeling pretty drained, but watching Angela's hard body, that perfectly rounded ass and those high, firm ample C-cups covered in mango, strawberry and pineapple juice had gotten me hard again. As we kissed Angela's hand strayed across my stomach and soon found my thickening hardness. Sucking harder on my tongue Angela's hand began to slide up and down, giving just the slightest twist as she came up over my swollen head. Leaning back against the pillows I pulled Angela with me. Making out with Angela was sensuous beyond words. Her long hair fell across her face, soft and silky, smelling of shampoo, perfume, and her. Angela's mouth was broad, with full wide lips. Her tongue was soft and warm, sliding effortlessly into my mouth.
Her tempo on my cock increased as our mouths opened wider, trading tongues, sucking and biting, a perfect way to start a Sunday. Breaking for air I began to lick Angela's neck, over her Grace Kelley collarbones and onto her sweet, sticky tits. Her nipples where huge, dark brown circles, puffy and erect with excitement. Angela threw her head back as I licked and sucked the juice off of her. Deftly circling her nipples with my tongue made them even harder, causing me to suck them whole into my mouth.
By now Angela was getting more vocal and I could smell her wetness. Her hand job had grown furious, and my cock was achingly hard, her hand spreading my precum over the shaft. Finally, Angela couldn't take any more and in one swift move mounted me. She paused for a split second to look me squarely in the eye before she slid down, burying me into her. Angela sat straight up, her back arched, pushing her tits forward. With eyes closed and her face the perfect mask of erotic ecstasy, Angela clasped her hands behind her head, lifting her long, dirty-blonde hair she began to just barely rock her hips back and forth. She wasn't so much riding me in that she wasn't lifting herself up and down, but in the rocking motion I began to slide against her. My cock was so hard and swollen, and her pussy so incredibly tight and wet that even the slightest motion perpetuated the perfect friction.
Transfixed by her beauty I barely moved, but watched as she rocked, murmuring and cooing as she lost herself in the moment. Everything about Angela was tight, her hard, toned body, her wickedly piercing gaze, and her incredible pussy. By sitting up on me I filled her completely. I could feel the tip of me brushing against her back wall. By rocking on me she was literally rubbing the head of my cock along the back of her pussy. Angela cooed louder, breaking out in goose bumps from the feel of me so deep, brushing against her.
The rocking slowly grew in intensity, but Angela still did not actually ride up and down on me. Afraid to break the spell I didn't touch her, I just pushed up as hard as I could, ensuring continued contact as deep into her as possible. Rocking faster Angela arched her back even more, lifting her clasped hands higher on her head, hair spilling out, her eyes still closed she began to pant and grunt, her face flushed and red, her thighs clamped as tightly as possible against me.
