“It’s not that I do not like it, mon amour. I just find it, um, difficult to eat.”
“Really? It’s so easy. Here, let me show you.”
Delphine watches Cosima run the tips of her fingers along smooth, taut skin before pressing her face closer and inhaling. The subtle fragrance is sweet. Enticing. Mouthwatering.
“Mmm,” Cosima’s dark lashes flutter against her frames as she closes her eyes. “It’s ready.”
She makes quick work of splitting open what has become a quick afternoon snack and then stops to admire the glistening planes and curves. Licking her lips, she lowers her head and runs her tongue through soft, pliant flesh, letting out a low groan that rumbles from somewhere deep in her chest.
“It’s delicious.” Cosima opens her eyes and smiles at Delphine.
Delphine clears her increasingly parched throat. “It looks messy.”
“Of course it’s messy!” Cosima laughs. “You’re not eating it right if it’s not.”
Grinning, Cosima continues to bite and lick and suckle, moaning as she savors every ripe inch of delectable succulence. Delphine squirms in place, hunger rising, as liquid dribbles down Cosima’s chin, coating her fingers and palms until both hands are dripping wet. She laps up the excess moisture eagerly, mouth smacking in satisfaction.
“You sure you don’t want one?” Cosima asks innocently.
“Fine,” Delphine huffs out an overheated breath. “Go get me a mango.”
“Actually,” Cosima winces slightly, “that, uh, might have been the last one.”