Chapter 13
Tobias
It’s so warm in here, the ice cream is already beginning to melt. Which is giving me the perfect consistency for what I have in mind.
Coating the back of the spoon, I swirl it over her pert nipples. She gasps, and I love the way her skin pebbles with goosebumps as I trail a path of creamy goodness from between her breasts, down to her lower stomach.
“Did you know you always smell of summer? You remind me of summer fruits—strawberries, specifically?” I lower my mouth to her breast and blow over her erect nipple. “I’ve always imagined what you’d taste like, did you know that?”
“No,” she says breathlessly, her voice strained.
My mouth clamps over her stiff peak, and I lave it with my tongue before releasing it with a soft pop. Then I give her other nipple the same attention.
“And do you know what else?” I ask, looking up at her as she stares down at me, eyes glazed over as she watches me with rapt attention.
“What?”
“You taste better than any fantasy my mind could ever conjure.”
“I do?” she asks, her chest rising and falling with each inhale.
I nod and move the spoon lower, the melted ice cream hovering just over her clit. Her pupils are blown wide as she watches me with trepidation as it drips over her centre.
“Fuck,” she says on a gasp, bucking at the contact.
“Hmm, soon. But first, I need to enjoy my sweet treat.”
Snatching up one of the popping candy sachets, I rip it open with my teeth and sprinkle it over the melted ice cream, where it begins to crackle and pop.
I slowly lick up the remnants, a tingling sensation spreading over my tongue and mouth.
“Oh fuck, Tobias,” she says, grabbing a fistful of my hair, pinching my scalp in the process, yet with no fucks given. She was made for me.
I take my sweet arse time licking, sucking, savouring until I completely reach her centre. This time I sprinkle the popping candy directly over her exposed clit.
She bucks up into my mouth as I clamp down hard over her piercing, flicking it with my tongue, all the while the candy is going off like tiny fireworks.
A soft thump echoes through the room, followed by a wanton moan. She grips my hair tighter and I glance up. She’s lying down fully on the counter now, lifting her hips, chasing my touch.
When the crackling subsides, I pull back enough to reach for one of the tubs of ice cream and hold it over her exposed pussy. I’m fascinated as it trickles over her beautiful cunt and between her folds.
“Ahhh, Tobias, it’s too much.” She groans, bucking at the contact.
I shake my head and discard the tub. “No, it’s not. You can take it, sweet cheeks. Now, scream for me, and scream for ice cream.”
Tilting my head back, I pour the remaining popping candy into my mouth. It fizzles and pops across my tongue.
I clamp my mouth over her clit, sending a symphony of crackling vibrations over her exposed clit while hooking two fingers inside her hot channel.
She writhes beneath me, the mixture of sensations vying for attention. I palm her lower stomach, holding her in place as I devour her with my mouth, savouring the taste. I will never look at popping candy or ice cream the same way again.
With a come-hither motion, I curl my fingers, hitting the spongy wall. Finally, she screams for me as she comes all over my face and fingers, her channel spasming and gripping me like a vice.
It’s become one of my new favourite things, eating her out. Something I intend on repeating as much as possible if I have my way. By the time she leaves, she won’t be able to move without thinking about the amount of pleasure I can coax from her beautiful body.
Unable to deny myself any longer, I reach down and push my joggers down enough to free my cock, desperation taking over. I pull my fingers free from her still pulsing channel and tug her to the very edge of the counter, angling the tip of my cock at her entrance.
She leans up on her elbows, her eyes dark with lust, breathing laboured as she looks between us.
My cock hardens even more in my tight grip, the tip wet with pre-cum, and I slide it up and down her wet folds.
“Yes, Tobias, do it,” she says, flicking her gaze between me and my straining cock. “Fuck me already.”
And that’s all it takes with a punch of my hips, I impale her, bottoming out.
She cries out, tensing from the intrusion, and I hold still as we both try to catch our breath.
Her eyes glisten, and I reach up and wipe away a lone tear.
“Sorry, did I hurt you?”
I’m not a small guy. Even though I might have warmed her up, I should have taken more care, eased into her gently. But damn, when she told me to fuck her already, I was ruined.
“No, you’re just really big,” she admits. I almost laugh, but it’s cut off when she squeezes around me and I can’t hold back my groan.
“And you’re topping from the bottom,” I say through clenched teeth. “But right now, I need to move—I need to fuck you.”
She swallows hard and then exhales, wrapping her legs around my hips, her heels digging into my arse, pulling me even deeper.
I swear she’s trying to kill me.
“Then by all means, do it,” she says, her words my ultimate undoing.
I raise an eyebrow at her and smirk. “Then hold on, sweet cheeks.”
All other coherent thought drifts away. There is no one else in this moment but her and me, her sweet cunt wrapped around my aching cock.
I’m vaguely aware there’s something I should have done, or at least discussed with her, before taking her bare.
But I’m a prisoner to our shared pleasure, and right now, nothing else matters.
Gripping her hips, I pull her forward and up, keeping her impaled on my cock. She groans and bites down softly on my shoulder, something I very much like.
Somehow, I manage to step out of my joggers, kicking them off my feet without killing us both, and head to my room.
As fun as it is taking her on my kitchen counter, I need her in my bed.
I lean over and lay her down on the mattress and move to my knees. She moans as my hands slip under her lower back to raise her arse off the bed.
Finally, I give in to my baser needs with hard, rapid thrusts, striking deep. She cries out as her tight cunt squeezing around my cock.
“You’re fucking perfect, do you know that?” I grunt out. “You take me so well.”
She whimpers. Every sound from her is pure ecstasy.
“I could stay buried inside your sweet cunt for an eternity and never be sated,” I admit, unable to hold back while in the deep throes of passion.
“To-bias,” she gasps out.
I roll my hips and then slide my hand between us to tease her clit.
“Oh my God. You’re going to make me come again,” she says, panting.
“Good, because I need to feel your tight pussy choke my cock. I want to come deep inside you. I want to paint your pretty walls white and fill you up. Will you let me Fill…” Thrust. “You…” Thrust. “Up?”
She clenches around me, her channel fluttering. A warning that she’s close. I’m barely holding on myself because every sensation is heightened with nothing between us.
It’s taking everything in me not to lose control and shoot my load. I need her permission before I can truly let go.
I don’t have sex without protection—ever— a part of me knows we should have discussed this beforehand. But the idea of doing this any other way now that I know how it feels to have her wrapped around my cock isn’t worth thinking about.
This—this is as it always should be, me and her with no barriers.