Consume Me by Kailin Gow

tool shed a few yards away at the head of the rows, pulled out two cutters and several flat bottomed baskets.  “Come on.  Let’s grab a few and see what we can do.”
    “Now?” she said with an amused grin.
    “Why not?” He quickly clipped bunch after bunch and placed them in the basket
    Eager to do her part, Tar took the cutters and snipped off several bunches.  With their baskets full, he led her back to the tool shed.  With a twinkle in his eye, he pulled open a wide sliding door that exposed a large wooden vat.
    “Let’s try it the old fashioned way.”
    “Are you nuts?”  She burst out laughing.
    Unperturbed, Errol plopped the grapes off each bunch and tossed them in.  Tickled by the thought, Taryn slipped out of her sandals.
    “Ladies first.”  Errol held her dainty hand and helped her in.
    The grapes squished between her toes in a strange and interesting way.  “This tickles.”
    Errol dug his hands into the grapes, squeezing them between his fingers while the juices ran down his arms.
    “I don’t think wine will ever taste the same after this.”  He rubbed his juiced up hands up her calf.
    “Errol!” she shrieked.  “You're going to stain my dress.”
    “Then I strongly suggest you take it off,” he said as his hands drove up to her thighs.
    She pulled the skirt of her dress up and he gripped her bare ass cheeks, leaving bright blue hand prints on her white skin.  With a giggle, she pulled the dress over her head and set it on the nearby fence post just as Errol’s hands traveled over her belly and up to her bare breasts.
    “Keep working your feet in those grapes if you ever want to taste my world famous merlot.”
    He wrapped his hands around her waist and leaned in to lick the grape juice that now trickled over her breasts.  Her nipples perked to attention.
    “This isn’t fair,” she moaned.  “I’m a mess and you're pristine.”
    “There’s hardly room in there for two.”  He pointed his chin to the vat.
    “I’ll make room.”  She backed up and tugged on his hand.  “There’s plenty of room.  We could lie down in here.”
    He pulled his drawstring pajamas off and got in.
    Taryn immediately pressed her breasts to his chest, crushing more grapes between them.  Hungry to taste more of him, she tilted her head up to kiss him.  His lips crushed over hers while his tongue played wicked games in her mouth.  With grapes between his fingers, he ran his hands over her face, and through her hair.  As his body slithered against hers, his erection poked and prodded here and there, heightening her arousal.
    “I have an idea for a very original, very personalized wine.”  He wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up, bringing her legs around his hips to straddle him. “Like you said, there’s enough room to lie down in here.”
    He set her down in the grapes, pried her legs open then squeezed a handful of grapes over her clitoris.
    Staring up at him, she licked her lips in anticipation.  “I have a feeling I’m going to really like this wine.”
    Errol bent over her and looked at her crotch. “So am I.” He ran his tongue thoroughly over all the juices that trickled down from her clitoris and covered the sensitive and fragile flesh that hungered for even more of his touch.
    “Oh, please don’t stop,” she groaned when he removed his tongue.
    “This is so sweet, I don’t think I could stop even if I wanted to.”
    Setting his entire mouth over her, clamping his lips over her nether lips, he lick and bit her to the edge of an exquisite orgasm, but he stopped just short of giving her that pleasure.
    “Not yet, baby,” he whispered.  He tugged her up and turned her over, setting her on her knees, her back to him.  Grape juice ran down her back as he slid his erection between her thighs.  “I want to savor this sweet wine.”
    Taking a firm hold of her breasts, he squeezed the firm flesh, and tweaked her nipples. A tortured moan of unbearable