I sit on the counter and watch as you bring the spoon to your mouth. The ice cream that sits atop the shiny metal disappears past your lips. I'm transfixed. You catch me out of the corner of your eye. I know you do because you're turning to me with a glint in them.
"Would you like some?"
You hover the spoon in front of your mouth and then dip it back into the frozen treat before taking another bite. I can see the tinest hint of the pink of your tongue as you lick the remnants of it from the utensil. I gulp. I can feel desire clench low in my belly. Tenuous and tight and I have to force myself not to snap my legs shut.
"Yes please," I nod my head slightly.
I watch as you rise from your chair and saunter over to me. The power in your stalk has me biting my lip. My heart rate skitters in my chest. I can feel the pulse in the veins at my neck throb in response. You look at me like prey and fuck if it doesn't make me wet.
"Would like a your own spoon? Or would like to share mine?"
You say it teasingly and all I can do is answer in silence. Your smile tells me you like the one I give. And fuck that smile too because as it fans out across your face I can't help but watch your teeth come into view. You stop to stand between my opened thighs. You invade my space so easily as if you know you're meant to be there. I suppose the ring on my finger would hint that you do. You dip the spoon into the cream before bringing up to my mouth.
"Open."
Such a loaded word because yes I will. And yes I am. Already open and wanting and waiting as my clit pulses at the timbre in your voice. I open like I'm told but before I can clamp my mouth around the spoon you're dragging it over my bottom lip. It leaves a sticky trail and before I can ask what you're doing you bring your hand to my chin and lap away the icy residue.
My brain short circuits at the warm wetness of your tongue tracing over me. My nipples tighten almost painfully and there's no way you can't smell how turned on I am. It wafts up around us and I wonder if my pheromones are registering in the caveman part of your brain. Where it's a primal knowing that my body is ready for you. I'm also sure you can see the blush on my cheeks. The pink that warms them and has my ears heating.
My breasts strain against the white fabric of my top and I can feel my nipples poking through. The rise and fall of my chest beckons to you because you're glancing down at the faint hints of my aereolas through the material. You look back up at me and your smile fades into a grin. I can't breathe. You suck all the air from my lungs and out of the room with that one look and I'm staring at your mouth like oxygen.
You let me sit for a moment. Simmer in the tension until I'm squirming softly. I can feel the cold of the counter rising up against my core. It slots against the dampness of my panties.
"Would you like more?" You ask me again as you spoon another mouthful for yourself. It makes me want you to place it on my nipples. Along my slit so your tongue can kiss it away there too.
You grab another spoonful and then hold it out to me. I lean forward and take it into my mouth slowly. I make a show of it. All full lips and eager tongue. I like the way you watch me. I want that stare on me as I show your cock the same attention. Maybe you'll let me play with the ice cream on you too. My mouth waters at the thought.
The moment my lips leave the spoon you're on me again. Devouring my mouth until I'm moaning into yours. You abandon the dessert to place your hands under my ass to pull me to you. I'm immediately met with where you're hard for me and I wrench my mouth away from you to gasp.
The moan crawls up the column of my throat and dissipates into a satisfied groan as I lean back to grind myself against you. A part of me wants to cum just like this. Rubbing myself over your dick here on the kitchen counter. You take advantage of my position to free my breast from it's confines and then it's disappearing into your mouth. You suck as much of it down as you can. You squeeze what's left under your palm and my mouth o's at the action. You tweak your teeth against my nipple and the pinch makes it throb. Makes the throb of my center grow harder.
"Baby please."
I don't know what I'm asking for. Whatever you give I'll readily take because all I feel is need.
"Lift yourself up baby."
My ass immediately loses contact with the counter as you're peeling me out of my jeans. My thong comes into view and before I can sit back up you place your hand at the center of my chest. You push gently and I follow your instruction to lay back down. My legs hang over the edge and you place a hand on each calf, one then the other, as you have me lift them. You watch as I bring my knees up to place the soles of my bare feet on the counter.
I can see you peering down at my face as you hover over my form.
"Open."
Your repeated command from just moments ago lances through me. I follow your command and widen the space between my knees. It has the wet spot on my panties coming into your view as I slide my legs apart. I watch the way you take me in with satisfaction. You look like it's Christmas. It warms me to know you don't get tired of the view.
"So pretty..."
You dip your index and middle fingers into the side of my underwear where it covers my center and pull the material towards you, rubbing the dark patch on them with your thumb as you closer examine the stain. You motion your fingers up and down so the backs of them slide over my slit. I can feel the press of your knuckles against me and it has my writhing as I chase them.
You take out your fingers to move your thumb against me and run circles over my clit through my underwear. I use my feet to give me leverage to rock myself up off of counter with each pass. I can feel my stomach coiling tighter from your attention and from the way I'm propelling my pelvis counterclockwise.
"You wanna cum for me don't you naughty girl."
I can't even attempt to deny it because every part of my is screaming for a release. My release. Your release. You pull my panties to the side and swipe your fingers over me. Collect my arousal for you on them then quickly dip your fingers into the carton next to us before pulling the mixture of us into your mouth. The way I spasm hurts as I watch you clean them. It's sharp and demanding and it's erasing coherent thought from me.
"You taste good...."
My brain doesn't get a chance to register how hot the statement is because you're collecting my wetness again before sinking your fingers inside me. I buck Instantly at the intrusion. I've been ready for you and my body swallows them happily. My back arches as you start thrusting them into me. The top of my head pushes down into the countertop and when I find the strength to open my eyes I'm staring upside down through the parted blinds of the window out onto our suburban street. Cars buzz about as a couple strolls the sidewalk and part of me hopes the neighbors can see us in return.
The view fades away as my eyes close again from the sharpness of your fingers. You know exactly how to pair their searching of my walls with the swiping of your thumb. The familiarity doesn't signal complacency or routine but instead exemplifies that you've mastered my pussy and command it to your will. It's beyond even myself. You lead and I follow.
You drive your fingers into me until my wetness is messily leaking onto my thighs and dripping down onto the granite. The slickness of them adds to the sensations I'm already feeling and then everything is a slippery expel of my body getting ready to cum.
"Come on baby you can do it."
My body must believe it because the suddenness of my orgasm shocks me. It has me spasming around your fingers as I jerk against the counter. And with perfect timing you lean down to catch my cum with your mouth. It seeps into it and then you're hauling me to sit up and clamping your mouth over mine to push it onto my tongue forcefully. I'm submerged in the taste of me. My wet pussy and my arousal and my want for you all seduce my tastebuds.
You grind into me as I suck myself off of your tongue until all I can taste is you. It has me clashing myself into you roughly. I can't find the patience to savor your taste. I want everything now. My skin is crawling with the force of my need for you. You've reduced me to greediness. Any semblance of timidness thrown out the window behind us.
