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He swears, pulling back just far enough for him to burst into my mouth, salt and cream splashing across my tongue in waves. I remember his words, about how I would have taken everything that he gave me, and I do. I swallow his cum, the sense memory bringing me back to the way I used to do this years ago, even if I wasn’t as good as I am now.
Sam’s cock spasms in my mouth, and I take the last of it, licking him clean before releasing him from my mouth.
“Fuck, Fiona.” He leans back against the bar, a sheen of sweat on him. “Serves me right for not believing you.”
I lick my lips pointedly. “Serves you right. And you do taste the same.”
“So do you.”
He helps me off the floor, and we’re caught in a moment together. I ask, “What was that you said about every position?”
“Every position,” he says. “All night long.”
“I didn’t wear you out just now?”
Sam grabs my hips and pulls me against him, his cock pinned between us so that I can feel it stirring, hardening again. “That was without a doubt the best blowjob I’ve ever had. But with you, I’m always ready for more.”
I grin. “So what’s next?”
“Dessert.”
“I didn’t even know you had dessert planned,” I say, looking around at the kitchen, trying to see if there are any hints to what it is.
Sam approaches the fridge, “I was just going to bring out a plate of gummy bears,” he says, “but I actually couldn’t find any at the stores I went to. So I thought we’d have ice cream sundaes.”
“Thought?”
He gives me a look that makes me shiver, and know that something’s coming. “You can have an ice cream sundae. I want a Fiona sundae.”
I walk around the bar and he lifts me up, setting me on the counter next to where he’s piling all the ingredients. “What’s a Fiona sundae?”
Picking up a bottle of whipped cream, Sam shakes it and points it at my breasts, covering one nipple and then the other with white foam. His mouth follows close behind, savoring and sucking me while he consumes the cream. “Getting the idea?”
“I’m starting too.”
Sam feeds me a bite of ice cream. “I’m going to dress you up, and the I’m going to lick you clean, before fucking you senseless.”
My pussy clenches and I open my legs a little. I want to see what he does, turning me into his perfect treat. Sam pushes my legs wide, exposing my pussy, and has me lean against the wall. I’m his canvas. He starts with chocolate sauce, drizzling it across my collarbone like a delicious necklace and then drawing circles with it around my breasts. Lines fall to my hips and he fills my belly button so the chocolate is spilling out. The lines curve in from my hips, so the chocolate is dripping over my pussy, and it feels strange and erotic. I shift myself a little, and Sam puts a hand on my knee. “Don’t move.”
He feeds me another spoonful of delicious vanilla ice cream before dribbling it across my collarbone and breasts. He gives me another spoonful and paints my lips with the lightly sticky remnants. Sprinkles go in the chocolate art he’s drawn on me, and then he picks up a candied cherry. I take a breath as splits one open, balancing it on my clit and the pressing another one into the entrance to my pussy. Finally, he grabs the whipped cream again. It covers my nipples, belly button, and pussy. “Open,” he says, and fills my mouth with the sweat cream.
Sam pulls me forward, kissing me, sharing the cream and it feels so strange and amazing. The taste of him mixed with the delicious simplicity of whipped cream. He licks down my neck and across my collarbone, smearing chocolate and ice cream in his wake. He wasn’t lying when he said he was going to lick me clean, and he takes his time across my chest and moving around my breasts, teasing me, moving slowly toward the center before he finally, finally, sucks a nipple into his mouth. My back arches and I moan, loving the silky cool feel of the cream on his tongue and the way my skin pebbles under his attention. He moves to the other, and back and forth, sucking my skin into hard points before sliding his tongue down the crevice in between my breasts.
I never knew that the belly button could be so sexy before this moment, but the sight of Sam’s tongue dipping inside, spilling chocolate across my stomach, and the feeling of his tongue, it sends aching need straight to my pussy and clit. He’s almost there, licking down the chocolate lines on my hips, teasing.
Stroke by stroke, he cleans the whipped cream from me, tongue barely touching where I need it to be touching. Oh God, the gentle brushes are driving me mad. Sam’s teeth brush my clit as he nips the cherry off the top, and I groan as his lips finally connect, sucking sweet sugar off of it and swirling his tongue around. And then I watch as he pushes my legs even wider, and locks eyes with me as he slips his tongue inside my entrance. When he pulls back, the cherry is on his tongue, clearly slick with me, and he doesn’t look away as he swallows it. “Delicious,” he says, and I flush as bright as the cherry.
