17. Morning Mango
Morning Mango
Knox
My dick hardened as soon as a burst of air breezed over it, courtesy of my wife ripping my caftan over my hips.
She blew on my shaft, and I fought not to tremble from her teasing.
Relentless taunting was guaranteed to follow.
A prolonged groan escaped me as soon as she sank her mouth on me.
That wicked tongue of hers wrapped around me lewdly before her head began bobbing up and down with enthusiasm.
“You’re so good at that, baby,” I rasped. “Too good,” I added. She responded by slurping me down until my eyes rolled into the back of my head and my cum leaked from her luscious lips.
“Good morning,” she murmured, kissing my lips.
“Good morning. You just earned yourself an extra crab.”
“Gio, I’m not out here sucking dick for crab,” she huffed. “What kind of ghetto shit is that?”
“Okay… okay… what about lobster?” I suggested lazily.
“What?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at me as if I said something truly absurd.
“You know, like that pasta and lobster song—something about sending $850.00.”
“Oh, my God. I want an annulment,” she said, snickering as she left the hut.
“You said until death do us part,” I reminded her, following her out of our makeshift home.
“ Correction — you said that in your vows. I didn’t say that shit.”
“It was implied,” I said, accepting the stainless carafe from her after she drank from it. I choked on the water when she mumbled that she would imply her foot up my ass.
This is why I love her. There’s never a dull moment.
“I’m joking, Victoria. I do not wish to demean or objectify you. I apologize.”
“I’ll accept your apology in orgasms,” she said, grabbing her bag for the falls and slinging it onto her back.
“I will be happy to oblige. We should get going before the sun comes up,” I mentioned, nodding at the horizon that had yet to turn pink from the first morning rays.
According to my calculations, it was mid-September at the latest, and the mornings were no longer sticky and humid like they were during the summer; however, the temperature still managed to fall between the high to mid-eighties during the day and low seventies at night.
We arrived at the falls in record time and didn’t hesitate to strip our clothes off and discard them on the nearest rock.
“What’s for breakfast?” I asked, offering my hand to help her into the water.
“Take a wild guess.”
“Either papaya, mango, or the strange fruit we’ve yet to identify.”
Victoria smiled and produced a plump mango from behind her back. I sighed begrudgingly as we eased into the crisp water.
“What’s the matter?”
“Bacon.”
“I could throat punch you right now,” Victoria whined as she wrapped her arms and legs around me.
“I know. I want to throat punch myself just for thinking about it,” I murmured into her neck as I shuffled away from the shore.
Lately, our mornings have become more intimate.
We spent the early morning hours in each other’s embrace, feeding each other sweet fruits and nibbling at each other’s lips, savoring the fruit’s robust nectar.
“I wish we were on one of those islands that had wild pigs,” Victoria said with a sigh as she sliced the mango open with her thumbnail.
“I don’t. The last thing we’d need is to take a tusk to the side.
“Amen to that,” she agreed as she leisurely peeled back the skin.
“Pick up the pace, Mrs. Ramsey.”
“Keep playing, Mr. Ramsey, and I’ll devour this mango in front of you.”
“I’d drown you first,” I insisted. Victoria mumbled something under her breath that sounded like, “Try it if you want to,” but I couldn’t be 100% sure.
I watched as she customarily took the first bite.
As a husband, I had to ensure that my wife was fed before I was.
If I thought about it, that was the dynamic Victoria and I shared long before we crashed on the island.
Every breakfast, lunch, or dinner meeting, I always waited to eat until after she took a couple of bites.
She caught onto my behavior and once accused me of using her as a food taster to ensure no nefarious characters with ill intentions poisoned my food.
That led to a thirty-minute tirade about corporate employees being just a number and disposable.
I could’ve ignored her while she rambled on, but instead, I indulged her and fed into the madness with some words of affirmation.
My dick swelled between us when Victoria moaned around the first bite.
The juices from the mango dribbled from her lips and down her chin.
Without hesitation, I leaned in to lick up the remnants of the nectar.
My bite was long forgotten as soon as our lips locked.
Her lips were gratifyingly sweet, and if her lips alone could sustain me, I’d only eat and drink her.
I pathetically groaned when she pulled away.
“Eat,” she insisted, shoving the mango in my face. I rolled my eyes and took a bite out of the fruit.
I don’t know why she must be so stubborn. She’s only prolonging the inevitable—my face between her thighs.
* * *
“Holy shit! What is that?!” I exclaimed, snatching Victoria away from the tree and shoving her behind me.
I’m ashamed to admit it, but I squealed.
“That, my dear husband, would be a coconut crab.”
“Okay, where did that alien motherfucker come from?”
“Coconut crabs are nocturnal and usually stay in burrows. That’s why we’ve never run into them before until now.”
“Can we eat it?” I asked, looking to my wife for guidance. She shrugged.
Come on, Tori Montana. I need you to be sure.
“Theoretically, you can eat them; however, I wouldn’t. That crab shouldn’t be out this time of day. It might be defective. I wouldn’t fuck with them, period. They have the strongest grip strength of all pincer-possessing animals.”
“Have I ever told you how sexy your brain is?” I asked, squatting slowly to pick up a large rock.
“Not nearly enough. Knox, leave the crab alone.”
“Victoria, look how big the claws are. There is meat galore in them.”
“Yeah, well, I’d rather you keep all your fingers.” I edged forward slowly and repeatedly clicked my tongue as if calling a kitten, trying to coax it down the tree. “Are you pspspspsing a crab?”
“Shhhh,” I whispered as I neared the tree. “Fuck!” I yelled, jumping back as a sharp pain radiated through my leg. I reared back in shock from the sight of the black snake that slithered away with what appeared to be a satisfied smile on its face.
“Knox? What’s going on?” Victoria asked softly.
“Stay back,” I demanded with my hand raised, stopping her in her tracks. I’d only been bitten for a few seconds, and already my leg was red and inflamed. Worse than that, the pain was unbearable.
“A snake bit me,” I replied through clenched teeth. Victoria’s brown eyes shone in concern as she gave my leg a once-over.
“D-did you see it? Did you see the color or any markings?”
“It… it was black… that’s all I know.”
Victoria sucked in a deep, shaky breath and ran her fingers through her braids. She had her crisis face on—the same face she’d wear in my office when shit would unexpectedly hit the fan and we needed a resolution stat.
“Okay. Don’t panic. If you start panicking, then the venom will spread quicker.”
“Not panicking,” I said, trying to keep my face expressionless.
“This wouldn’t have happened if you had listened to me,” she insisted.
“I love you, darling, but do you really think this is the time to say you told me so?”
“We need a tourniquet,” she mumbled. I watched Victoria leap into action, ripping a lengthy vine off a nearby tree. She returned shortly and tied the tourniquet so tightly that tears welled in my eyes.
“What happened to sucking the venom out?”
“A myth. We need to return to camp. We’re not far. We should get there in ten minutes.”
“Camp is closer than that.”
“We can’t get your heart rate up. We need to take our time.”
As we continued our trek to the camp, each step became more excruciating than the one before. An unparalleled burning and itching sensation now accompanied the swelling and redness—the pain had increased tenfold.
“Come on, Knox. We’re almost there,” Victoria encouraged as we crested the tree line.
She slung one of my arms over her shoulder and pressed forward when my steps became less solid.
My head was swimming, and each step seemed to zap away my energy.
My eyes caught sight of our hut, and my vision swam.
I…I need to lie down.
I staggered and eventually collapsed to my knees before falling onto my back. As I began to lose consciousness, all I could think about was how I let Victoria down.