The fruit left its juicy stain across her bottom lip. She was lost in the sweet-tart taste. The sharp little pop that the cherry made as her teeth pierced the dark flesh made her moan. Quickly the soft dripping meat was sucked away until only the hard nub of the pit was left to be discarded as she moved on to the next ripe dangle of red.
He watched, unremarked from across the table, wondering how luscious it would feel to be so devoured.