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Warmth filled the kitchen of your villa as you sliced the array of fresh fruits Ambessa had bought for you before you woke up. The pair of you had lazed your way through this trip both in desperate need for some rest and relaxation. Juice dripped from the cutting board onto the bench, it ran down your fingers and wrists, it even began to pool on the floor beneath you. You grimace at the fruit under your nails but you were always willing to get messy for your lady.

Bringing the platter outside, you see her in all her glory. You grip the fruit tighter, legs feeling wobbly as your eyes rake over her huge frame laid out on a lounge chair, breasts spilling from her tiny black bikini. She insisted on buying pretty much every bikini you touched when the vendors found the two of you at the beach. You didn’t realise she intended to keep a couple for herself.

Thank god she did. 

The clearing outside your villa looked different in the morning, fire from last night put out, string lights merely decoration now, no longer emitting the soft light that washed over you as Ambessa ravished you under the stars. It looks so so beautiful.

Her eyes flutter open, uncharacteristically soft for your lover, her long arm reaches out for you as your feet gently pad through the shallow water surrounding her.

“Good morning, my darling.” She purrs.

“Morning, Bessa!” Incessantly chipper, one of the things she loved most about you. A constant glowing sun in her life, your light seemingly impossible to dim. You move to straddle her wide hips, placing the fruit platter on the small side table beside her. Running your hands up and down her chest, you lean into her neck inhaling deeply, instantly your body relaxes even more, muscles sagging as your body melts into hers. 

“I missed you while I was cutting up the fruit.”

Ambessa chuckles feeling your pout against her, she matches your actions running her hands up and down your back squeezing gently every so often.

“My precious little dove, I missed you too.” She nudges your face up with her chin, “Come on, pretty. Let me see the face I missed so much.”

You rise up from her warmth, looking at her like she built the world itself. You stare at each other for a bit, not saying anything, just taking it all in. What you have together, where you are, how far you’ve come. There’s a sense of pride in your unity. Remembering the fruit, you break away from her gaze and lean down to choose her something. You must’ve looked for too long, Ambessa’s hands rubbing your ass as she nudges her nose towards the slices of peach.

“I’m hungry, darling,” She winks at you to show there’s no rush, mouth falling open with her tongue hanging just outside of her mouth. Just enough to make you clench around nothing at the thought of feeding your lover breakfast.

“M’sorry,” Your hands shakily pick up the peach slice, juice dripping down onto the plate. Holding it to her, your breath hitches as she sucks the fruit into her waiting mouth, eyes locked onto yours unblinking. A droplet glides down her chin, without thinking you lean forward and lick it up sucking her bottom lip as you pull away. The heat radiating off of her had your heart pounding, eyes lazily raking up and down her perfect form.

Ambessa knows what she’s doing to you. Blown out pupils every time you lift a piece of fruit to her mouth, the slow rock of your hips as your eyes follow the trails of sticky liquid sliding down her face and neck, the way your mouth hangs slightly open as though at any second a whimper could slide right out of you. She smirked up at you, watching you fall apart above her from only feeding her breakfast.

“Sugar,” She grips you a little harder now, “Clean up this mess, yeah?” Her head angles down to her chest, following her gaze you realise she’s covered in juice, you drag your eyes back up to hers lips curled upwards.

“Of course, honey.” You slide your body off of hers and between her legs, slowly sinking to your knees in the shallow water. Rubbing your hands up her thick thighs, you arch up to the chest you love so much tonguing at the shiny streaks of liquid. Ambessa’s head lolls back, big hands gently rubbing at the back of your head, not forcing you closer, just thanking you for your diligence.

“So kind, my darling. Feeding me, cleaning me, what would I be without you, my sweet?”

“Lonely,” You smile against her right boob, suckling the sweet flavour off of her warm skin. Ambessa only chuckles, pulling your face up to hers pressing a firm kiss to your forehead, she had never felt like this with anyone before. She valued you so much for the side of her you allowed to flourish. Gentle and nurturing would never be words used to describe Ambessa, not until you. For you all she wanted to be was someone you found comfort in, someone kind, and in you she found someone willing to see her in such a soft light, someone willing to see past her physical appearance. She didn’t have to be tough with you and she was so grateful for that.

You sink lower down her body, hands squeezing her on your way down. 

She looks down at you confused, “What are you up to, pretty?” Her hands raking through your hair, you lean into her touch, letting her gently pet you. You could spend a lifetime in this position if she’d let you.

“I’m hungry too, you know?” You wiggle your eyebrows at her, cheeky grin buried in her thighs as you nip at the soft flesh. Her shaky exhale only motivates you further, inhaling her scent, you reach up blindly feeling around for the first piece of fruit you could grab. Mango drips down your wrist as you smear the fruit all over her inner thighs, licking and biting at the flesh as you suck the sweetness off of her. “Mmm taste so good, Bessa,” Your voice is hoarse with lust, so desperate for the real thing you discard the remnants of mango in the water below you. You peel her bikini bottoms to the side, eyes rolling back at the sight of her perfect pussy absolutely drenched just for you. “Need you so bad, baby,” You bury your face in her wetness, tonguing desperately at the slick flesh. Ambessa is taken aback by your eagerness, her head instantly thrown back with mouth agape, her hand presses you closer to her pussy rocking gently against you.

“You’re perfect, little dove,” Your lover is being particularly vocal this morning, moans spilling out of her like juice from the fruit, “Making me feel so fucking good, my perfect girl, fuck don’t you stop.” Her back was arching off the chair now, your tongue deep in her cunt, nose buried in her clit, desperate to feel her cum spill over your face. You nuzzle in deeper, hands squeezing at her muscular thighs, feeling them tense beneath your hands as she bucks up against you. 

“I’m close, pretty. Fuck I’m so close, keep going, little dove,” She’s desperate now, humping your face like her life depended on it. You can’t breathe but you don’t want to, your mind set on making her cum and you were willing to die trying. Feeling her thighs lock around your head, a groan erupts out of her throat as she bucks up a few more times before sagging into the chair panting. You lick her clean, gulping down her cum like it really was your breakfast, grinning up at your lover as she regains her composure. She scoops you up into her lap, burying her face into your neck, you couldn’t ask for anything more in this moment. 

“I love you, darling,” She coos into your neck, pressing gentle kisses across your throat.

“I love you too, Bessa,” You stroke her hair allowing your eyes to shut, blissful and content.

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