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Caress shakes her head, her breath coming in quick pants. “No, it’s… it’s good.”
Grinning, I replace the Popsicle with my mouth, my tongue swirling around her hardened peak. “You know,” I murmur against her skin, “I’ve always wanted to take your cherry.”
A breathy laugh escapes her. “That was terrible, Dylan.”
“Maybe,” I concede, “but it made you smile.”
I lean back, trailing the Popsicle along her skin. The contrast of the cold treat against her warm flesh makes her shiver. I explore her body, paying close attention to how she reacts as I trace her neck, her collarbone, the curve of her breasts.
“Dylan,” she gasps as I run the Popsicle along her inner thigh.
“Tell me what you like, Caress,” I urge, adjusting my movements based on her responses. “I want to learn every inch of you.”
Her eyes meet mine, vulnerability and trust shining in their depths. “I like… I like feeling your hands on me. The Popsicle is nice, but… I want to feel you.”
I set the Popsicle into the coffee mug, replacing it with my fingertips. As I caress her skin, I can’t help but marvel at how perfectly we fit together. “Is this what you wanted?”
Caress nods, her hands reaching for me. “It’s everything I’ve dreamed of.”
I capture her lips with mine, the lingering coolness from the Popsicle creating a tingling sensation as our tongues dance. My hands roam her body, alternating between gentle caresses and firmer touches. I break the kiss, trailing my lips down her neck.
“God, Caress,” I breathe against her skin. “You’re incredible.”
Her fingers tangle in my hair as I reach for whats left of the ice pop. It’s lasting longing than I initially expected. I make my way down her body, this time using my hand along with the Popsicle to soothe the cold with the warmth of mytouch. I pause at her breasts, lavishing attention on each nipple before continuing my journey south. The Popsicle starts to melt, leaving a glistening trail on her skin. I follow it with my tongue, savoring the sweet cherry flavor mixed with the saltiness of her sweat.
As I reach her navel, I glance up, meeting her eyes. “Is this okay?”
Caress nods, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “Please, Dylan. Don’t stop.”
I settle between her thighs, my heart pounding with anticipation. Gently, I run the Popsicle along her pussy lips, watching as she squirms at the sensation. I alternate between the cold treat and my warm breath, creating a contrast that has her gasping.
“Dylan,” she whimpers, her hips lifting slightly off the bed.
“I’ve got you,” I murmur, finally thrusting the Popsicle into her wet opening and covering her clit with my mouth, sucking gently as I thrust the makeshift toy. I take my time, exploring every fold and crevice, learning what makes her moan and what makes her cry out, easing the Popsicle back into her pussy each time her walls begin to slide it back out. It’s melting fast but lasting long enough to get the job done.
Caress’s fingers tighten in my hair as she nears her peak. I double my efforts, determined to bring her the pleasure she deserves.
“Dylan,” she cries out. “I’m… I’m…”I hum against her clit, the vibration sending her over the edge. As she comes undone, I can’t help but think that this is exactly where I’m meant to be.
I ease back, my eyes never leaving Caress’s flushed face as I remove the Popsicle stick. A surge of pride rushes through me at the sight of her trembling form, her chest heaving with each breath.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmur, rising to my feet. I bring the Popsicle stick to my lips, sucking it slowly while maintaining eye contact. The taste of her mingles with the residue of cherry flavor, and I savor it, committing this moment to memory. “Did you enjoy that?” My voice is still husky with desire.
Caress nods, her blue eyes dark with passion. “More than I can say.”I smile, feeling a mix of satisfaction and anticipation.
“Good. I’ll be right back.” As I walk to the bathroom, I can feel her gaze on me. I dispose of the Popsicle stick and grab a condom from my toiletry bag. My hand shakes slightly as I return to the bedroom, and I pause at the foot of the bed.
“Caress,” I say softly, holding up the condom. “There’s still time to change your mind. We don’t have to go any further if you’re not comfortable.”
I hold my breath, waiting for her response. Part of me hopes she’ll say yes, while another part dreads the possibility of rejection. But more than anything, I want her to feel safe and in control.
Chapter Nine
Caress
The Popsicle play was new to me, and while I liked it, I needed more. “I want to feel you inside me,” I whisper, surprising even myself.
Dylan’s phone rings, shattering the moment, but he silences it with a flick of his wrist and tosses it on the pile of clothing on the floor. His gaze never leaves mine as he considers my request, sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine.
