Twenty-One

Twenty-One
Chapter 5
(071106-071108)

"Please don't drop me." Francesca begged as Jonathon threw her over his shoulder to carry her over the room. Francesca had the last seven strawberries cradled in the cup of her hand as they moved. The plate still sat on the arm of the chair and Francesca raised the strawberries up to her face to take a cautious sniff of the heady, aromatic fruit.

"I won't." Jonathon assured her, stopping at his work desk, shoving papers aside before lowering her to the somewhat cleared surface.

"That wasn't very gentle." Francesca scolded, placing the strawberries onto the desk as she rubbed at her sore tailbone.

"I can fix it." Jonathon tottered over to his dresser and pulled a bottle of whiskey off of it. The bottle cap was quickly deposited in a pile with the others. Jonathon sauntered back over to her, taking a long, heavy sip of the bottle as he went.

"Here." He handed the bottle to her and she took it gratefully, throwing her head back to drink the whiskey down. She took three, audible gulps before pulling the bottle away as she faced him again.

"Wow, you got the good stuff." She told him appreciatively as she rested the bottle on her thigh, her fingers tight around the neck.

"Of courshe." He told her as he dragged her hips forward by her belt loops, bringing her flush against him as he settled himself between her thighs. His fingers fumbled with the button on her jeans, his thumbs slipping a few times before he eventually managed to push it out of the button hole. He pulled at the sides of the zipper, the metallic hiss of the teeth parting filling the silence.

Francesca arched forward, lifting her pelvis off of the desk as Jonathon pulled her jeans down. Her bottom hit the desk with a painful thud as she sat back down, Jonathon turning to drape her jeans over the back of his office chair. Jonathon kicked the chair away, the wheels skidding across the wooden floor.

"A bit over dramatic." She murmured as he turned back to her, his eyebrows rising in shock. He tilted his head to the side as he gazed at her, quickly running his eyes over her.

"You're a pretty little thing aren't cha?" He said to her as he stepped closer, once again easing himself in between her thighs, his fingers plucking at the delicate fabric of her knickers. She rolled her eyes at him, smoothing down her long, dark curls. Jonathon continued to pull at her underwear, dragging them down her hips, causing her to pick her hips up, pressing an arm against his shoulder to pull herself up a little. Francesca's peach coloured underwear was slid off and dropped to the floor, Jonathon chuckling gleefully as he picked up one of the strawberries from the desk.

"What are you doing?" She asked, her shoulder shaking with nerves while she sat naked on his desks, her thighs thrown wide.

"Playing with my food." He answered simply as he crushed a strawberry between his fingers and the palm of his hands.

"Lie back." Jonathon tugged on her hip bone, dragging her down the desk so she could lie down comfortably, Francesca pushing things out of the way as she went. He pulled the apex of her thighs up against his stomach as he balanced his hand over her, dripping strawberry juice onto her before bringing his hand down to smear the squashed strawberry over her stomach. He did this with another strawberry, covering her stomach with strawberry matter before grabbing another to smear across her thighs.

Jonathon did this with almost all of the strawberries, the final one being snagged by her and he looked at her as she propped herself up onto her elbows. He held out his hand and she shook her head, rolling the strawberry between her fingers as she watched him.

Jonathon frowned at her before leaning down to suck at her stomach, licking strawberry matter off of her skin. Jonathon suckled at her skin eagerly, his tongue pushing at her skin as he sunk his teeth into the soft flesh of her stomach. He kept his mouth moving along her stomach, his chin smeared with juice as he continued to suckle at her skin. Francesca arched up into him, her stomach forcing itself into him. Once he finished on her stomach he began to lick at her thighs, sucking the strawberry off of her skin.

Jonathon peered up at her through his lashes watching as she lowered the plump, pointed tip of the strawberry into her mouth. She bit into it, her pretty, straight teeth sinking into the soft red flesh. Jonathon watched, pausing as strawberry juice slid down her chin. She wiped it away with her hand before sucking her fingers into her mouth to lick the strawberry juice off of her skin. She released her fingers, her eyes rolling back into her head a little.

Jonathon knelt down as comfortably as he could, a little unsteady as he resettled himself between her thighs. He looked at her before lowering his eyes to the apex of her thighs. The various names for the female genitalia fluttered through his head. Vagina, quim, cunt, love-hole, dainty flower. Jonathon snorted in laughter and Francesca looked at him strangely.

"I'm just inspecting your dainty flower my love." He told her. She blinked in surprise, her jaw dropping slightly. He tried not laugh at her facial expression.

"Inspecting my what?" She asked, a little worried, the strawberry hanging loosely from her fingertips.

"Your thingy." Jonathon pointed at her vagina and she giggled, finally catching on.

"Well my 'thingy' needs a little attention." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively before latching her lips around the strawberry and sucking on it gently, her tongue pushing at the insides of the strawberry, juice dripping down her chin.

Jonathon leant forward and took a long, kittenish swipe at her folds. Her hips twitched and Jonathon tried to make himself as comfortable as possible and continued to lick her, his tongue brushing against her clit occasionally.

"Fuck baby, your just like honey. Thick and sticky and sweet." He moaned as he brought his fingers up, sliding one inside her, curling his finger upwards. He eased another as he kept licking, his tongue working around his fingers as the tips of his fingers brushed against a ribbed surface inside of her. Jonathon ran his fingers around this patch for a few moments before applying a small amount of pressure to her clit, running his blunt nail down her g-spot.

Francesca arched upwards, her motion forcing herself closer towards him.

"Jackpot."