Just as the luscious, ripe plum was at her fingertips, a strong pair of arms grabbed her from behind and pulled her backwards. A hand went over her eyes and another ran itself lithely up her body, bringing a near-bursting, enticing, ripe-as-can-be plum to her wanting lips. She hesitated for barely a moment and he rescinded his hand ever so slightly, their bodies rubbing against one another teasingly.
She smelled of the dusty, stony air that ran through the orchard; of the sweet sweat of a morning's work, evidenced by the bushel of perfect, black velvet plums resting at the foot of the tree (there would be to-die-for pies that evening); of faint sweetness from a lotion nearly gone, honey or vanilla maybe. But despite her lullaby of scents that drew his eyes closed, she had more tannin than he expected. She struggled against his grip without holding back, and what he first recognized as edge turned into near abrasiveness.
Grinning at her formidability, he regained control of the embrace and gently pushed the plum to her lush, black licorice lips. As she sank her teeth into its red ruby flesh the juices ran over her plump lips and down her chin, dripping toward the earth before he caught them, sticky on his fingers. As he raised them for her to lick clean, she spun herself around, svelte and agile, and planted her mouth on his.
As they drank each other in, he swallowed the juices from the plum that lingered in her mouth and flowed into his. As he reached deeper, inhaling thirstily, he got a hint of spice and anise that touched his tongue and it surprised him. He closed his eyes tighter and pulled her into his body, breathing all of her in. Her hair smelled floral, yet green in its essence of the orchard around her. Her fingers dug into the small of his back passionately and just before she pulled her lips lithely off of his, he tasted red fruits: wild raspberries, surprisingly even strawberries.
He licked his lips and the inside of his cheeks hungrily, his eyes focused on hers, savoring her taste all over his tastebuds. She pushed her delicious body into his and he unexpectedly stumbled backwards over the bushel of plums at their feet. They caught each other on their way to the earth and as they fell into one another they squished shiny, ripe plums beneath their bodies, the black and ruby jewels bursting and staining their juices everywhere.
The evening's pies had been sacrificed; but the jammy, decadent hours that followed were well worth it.
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