Taste of Heaven
Kinktober - 10th Post - Bill Fordham - Oral F!Receiving.
Note/Warning: This is the Bill Fordham dynamic with reader from New Developments. Age gap. Squint and there is some Food!Kink.
The leaves, crunched under your boots as walked through the orchard with Bill. Your arms were linked as he carried the basket. You leaned against him, “This is wonderful.” You beamed at him
His smile warmed you on this cool day as he looked down at you. “I am glad we could get away.”
You had been buried up to your neck in mid-terms and he been swamped in correcting a mountain of papers.
Walking further down the well worn path, finally trees appeared with apples dangling from their branches.
He rose an eyebrow. “Shall we start?”
You nodded happily.
Together, you went over to a particularly gnarly looking tree. “Oh! Bill that one.” You pointed to a delicious looking red one.
“Yes, that’s a good one.” Easily, he reached it and with a plunk he dropped it into the basket.
He slid you a smile while grabbing a second close where the other one hung. He rubbed it. “Would you like a bite?” There was a playful glint in his eyes.
You looked around. “Bill, we can’t!” You hissed.
“Of course we can.”
“Yes.” He offered you the apple. When you tried to take it he held then just out of reach. “I’ll hold it for you.”
“Oh, alright.” You giggled. You laid a gentle over his hands and took a bit. It was a sharp bittersweet and absolutely delicious apple.
“Oh! Bill!” You exclaimed around the piece of the apple that was amazing. You chewed and swallowed.
You watched as he took a bite too. You saw the delight wash over him. “Oh that is quite good.”
“May I have another bite?”
“Of course.” Happily you took your second bite. Bill did the same but then gasping you watched as he tossed it then away.
You chewed fast, outrage filling you. “Bill why did you do that? It was so good.”
A playful smirk crinkled his eyes. “There will be others that will taste even better.”
Your shoulders slumped. “If you say so.”
He nudged you. “I do.”
Soon, you went up one and then another and yet another path grabbing and plucking apples high and low.
Bill stopped and a light entered his eyes once again. He soon grabbed one and rubbed it like he had the last one.
“Would you like a bite?” He held it out to you.
“Of course.” Like a before you, placed a hand over his. As your teeth sunk in, it was juicer and not thinking it was possibly but it made the other one tasteless. “This one is amazing!”
He smiled broadly at you. “I knew it would be.” Bill then very contently took a bite of it.
Watching his joy made the knots in your stomach just need to be appeased. “Bill kiss me.”
He came over and once again tossed the apple behind him but then he pulled you close. His beard was a wonderful tease as your lips met. And his kiss was a mixture of those amazing apples and him. Your heart fluttered.
Slipping off your boots, you then carried the two baskets to the counter. Leaning against the counter you soon took down all the ingredients you needed. You washed your hands then began by pre-heating the oven.
You smiled as you heard the jangle of Bill’s keys as he put them in the dish by his door.
It wasn’t long before the flour flew and you were already kneading the dough. You sighed and shivered a little as Bill came up behind you and hugged you. The autumn’s chill clung to him. “Already baking?”
Turning, your head you smiled back at him. “I didn’t want to wait.”
He smiled and gave you a squeeze. “That’s my girl.”
Stepping back, you missed the feel of his solid frame.
You watched as he put away the cider and the few apples that you were not going to use for baking. Finally, you spotted the berries, you gestured to them. “Those berries were so good.” He glanced at tou.
You nodded as you continued to work at the dough. “They do. I can’t believe we had so many out there.” You confessed.
“Well, they were really good.” He pointed out.
Bill came over and grabbed a bowl. Going back to his fridge, he heard as he filled the bowl with some whipped cream.
“Bill, what are you up to?”
“You’ll see.” He came over and stood behind you once again. He placed the bowl near you.
Soon, he dipped a berry into the cream. “Would you like it?”
Soon, like before he easily fed you the berries. The feel of fingers and the berries made your heart flutter.
“You looked very beautiful today, honey.” You felt as Bill, brushed aside some of your hair before whispering in your ear.
You leaned against him. “Thank you.”
You watched as he had some of the berries. Your heart squeezed, as you felt his hand drift up your throat. “Bill?” All questions disappeared as he kissed you then. It was sweet and tender, but there was something just under it that you couldn’t place but it caused knots to loosen and tighten within you.
As he kissed you, you whimpered softly as you felt his hand drift down you till he easily slipped his hand under your skirt. His kiss deepened, and you moaned as his fingers slipped into your panties. It was exquisite how he made you feel as he rubbed you gently there, making you wetter.
“You feel so good.” He remarked breaking the kiss.
“Please.” Was all you could manage. He was making you feel so good but you were on the brink. So close. You needed it.
“Not yet.” He whispered.
You whimpered as his touch left you.
That’s when you felt as he slipped away from you. His hands slipped up your legs. “We have to take these off.”
He tugged and pulled just enough, then your pants were coming down your legs. You easily stepped out of them. “Now open for me honey. After all these apples, then those berries, I need something that is even better.
You made a soft sound, as your hands twined and squeezed the dough even more. Shifting just so, you opened your legs. You glanced down and he settled there between them. He smiled up at you. “You can still work on your crisps.”
“I can try.”
You felt as his beard grazed the soft skin of your thighs as he pressed kisses here and there.
You threw your head back as he first just kissed you. He made a deep content sound. His tongue, just slide along your wetness barely moving between your soft folds. You were already panting. You felt as his hands held you firmer as then his tongue explored all of you. You called out, your hands shaking as you tried to move further along in making your crisps.
Swallowing and trembling you tried to fold in the apples into the dough, but there was no way that you could. His tongue, slid into you then. You moved against him as he did.
Holding you, he mimicked that and moved you and his mouth together. You squirmed and writhed in his hands, if he wasn’t holding you so well, your knees would have buckled.
“Bill.” You panted.
“That’s my girl. Yes. Cum for me, you taste so good.” His tongue teased your little bud there. He made a deep sound. “Better then any berry.
When you looked down at him, his blue eyes were fiery in his passion. It made what you were feeling even more intense.
“Yes. Yes.” You bounced a little in his hands as you were on the cusp, you knew you were so close.
His tongue slipped in and out of you then. The sensation was different then when he was deeply in you but this was exciting in its own way.
“Bill!” You choked, as you tried to grasp onto some air. You moaned, glancing at him. The sight along between your legs pushed you over the edge. “Yes.” You managed and pushed against him, your legs instinctively closing just enough as you felt yourself come undone.
You shook, as he gave you a few final licks. You were barely able to squeeze the dough any longer.
“Come down here honey. I want you in my lap.” He gently told you once he slid from you, but still pressed a few well placed kisses on your thighs.
You ndded, despite them being wobbly you easily straddled him as you sunk into his lap. He held you then. His fingers running through your hair, as you nestled close to him.
He tucked some of your hair behind your ear. “Next, I may have to do that in the orchard.”
You trembled. “You wouldn’t.”
A smirk curled underneath his beard. “I would.” A mischievous chuckled came from him. That gave you knots all over again in your stomach. “I had thought that, eating and feeding you all that apple and berries would have been enough. But I grew harder and harder, honey. I craved you more then any of those fruits.”
“Bill. You will make me wet all over again, here in your kitchen.”
“Then perhaps I’ll have to take you right here.” He gently teased.
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