As cool as a cucumber
Just a short one!

It was hot. The peak of summer, long days of glaring sunlight followed by nights of musical ensembles courtesy of distant and none too distant insects. Her skin in a sheen of sweat, the ceiling fan barely made a difference though she could not dare to imagine what it would be like if it was turned off. Naked and spread out on the bed, she felt aroused, though restful.

The moment he walked in his eyes licked her body with delirious lust. He could not help to touch her, to feel the wet skin of her legs. His lips soon on them. She smiled with a moan as he delicately ran his hands up her inner thighs, across the humps of her buttocks and to the dip of her lower back. With a playful slap, his large hand reddened her rear. She giggled.

“It’s hot.”

“Yes, you are.”

She shook her head at his corny affection. He kissed her shoulder, just as she turned she could feel the heat from his nakedness. The large mass between his legs no longer dangling, it stood hard and firm. Her hands wrapped around it, while his ran across her shoulders, to her breasts as they now came into view while she turned to him.

They kissed, soft, gentle. Her hands still around him, while he held her tenderly. She closed her eyes and collapsed her head onto the pillow, “cool me down first.”

“As you wish.”

He kissed her forehead then disappeared to the kitchen. The cool of the fridge whispered across his naked body. He found a large cucumber, she had no doubt purchased it for other reasons. Or had she? He smiled.

When he returned to the room, he sat alongside her, “close your eyes.”

She obeyed. A moment later the heavy, cool weight of the cucumber kissed her stomach. Softly he ran it across her, between her breasts, gently over each nipple. He teased her jawline, then slowly he moved it down her torso, along the outside of her hips and on the journey of exploring her legs. She moaned, while he cooled her with the vegetable wand.

Rolling the heavy green against her breasts he opened the jar of coconut oil that had been watching on from the bedside. Pouring the liquid out, he coated the now slick vegetable with his hands. He felt his own non-vegan cucumber swell as he admired her patient nudity. The now wet, cucumber probed and pressed against her.

He tormented her with anticipation as it neared her, never quite entering. He pressed, then withdrew. Making sure to glide the wet weight across her clit, then he slowly and deliberately entered her with it. The coolness filled her. She twisted her hips as her back arched with desire as he slowly moved the cucumber in and out. Her body swallowing it though never digesting, as he fed it to her with a devious smile.

Another moan followed by a deeper groan left her lips as his thumb rubbed her hood, his other hand manipulating the cucumber so that it pleased her all the more. He increased the pace, noting her writhing, the lifting need of her body as both her hands clutched the bed sheets. She lost control, a climax that tightened her body, he slowed the cucumber, easing it from her. As she eased her breathing and relaxed, his mouth went to her. The coolness of the cucumber replaced by his warm tongue and hot breathe.

Gripping her, he chased down the pleasure with his running tongue. Licking, kissing, sucking and teasing with a mouth that desired her body. One hand found her breast, the other remaining firm on her sides. She twisted from the pleasure, in doing so she felt his strength hold her in place. Another moment of uncontrolled delight took her. His mouth ravished with tenacious hunger, with lust and need she moved her body against his face, faster, more, faster her hips danced against his mouth.

“Yes!”

He slowed. Then a soft kiss. He looked up from between her legs, watching the heaving of her breasts as she recovered from bliss.

She opened her eyes.

“Good girl,” he said before a kiss to each her inner thigh.

As he laid alongside her, then scooped her against him. Big arms secured her onto his chest. Her face rested, while his hands ran through her hair. She felt her body sedated by his touch, in the lingering remnant of pleasure.

His swollen hardness against her, it’s pulsing length an impression on her skin. He gently kissed the top of her head.

“I was going to make a salad with that.”

“You still can.”

“No, I can’t it’s been, well, used now.”

“I just added a little dressing is all.”