“I did yesterday, and the day before that. They failed to find what I wanted.”
He finally releases my neck. “Unbelievable.”
I shove a spoon into my ice cream and dig out some with a cherry in it, raising it to his mouth. “Want some?”
He doesn’t answer. My eyes travel between his eyes and the spoon, and I watch as the ice melts slowly, and the cherry starts to slide. I shrug. “Your loss.”
I part my lips and take the spoon into my mouth, slow and unbothered.
A strange sound comes from Gabriel, and in the blink of an eye, his tongue parts my lips, licking the ice cream from the inside of my mouth. Only when no ice cream is left and he steals the cherry from my mouth does he pull away.
“Delicious. I’m wondering if the ice cream would taste the same from the other parts of your body.”
My eyebrows shoot up as he yanks my lace camisole up and pulls it over my head. My nipples peak at the attention, and goosebumps cover my body. He hooks his fingers inside my panties and pulls them down my legs, where they land on the floor with the rest of my clothes.
“Perfect.” He grabs the ice cream and digs the spoon in. My skin prickles with the anticipation of what’s coming. He places some ice cream on my left nipple, and I take a shaky breath as the cold texture collides with my skin. He repeats the same thing with the other nipple. My eyes watch in excitement as the ice cream melts on my breasts.
“Lie down on your back for me.”
I follow his orders, even though I want to watch what he will do. He puts more ice cream on my body, this time on my belly and some more on my breasts. He places the box on the side, and a smirk appears on his face before he lowers his head and licks the ice cream off my nipples.
I gasp at the contact and close my eyes at the sensations. I bite my lip, stifling a moan. His tongue moves from one breast to the other, and when he’s done, he licks the ice cream on my belly. His tongue travels upward, back to my breast, and he sucks mynipple into his mouth. I let out a moan, unable to keep it in anymore.
“So delicious,” he says after letting my nipple out of his mouth with a pop.
He takes the ice cream, and I prepare myself to feel the cold on my sensitive nipples again, but instead, the cold connects with my wanting pussy. I groan, and he licks and sucks the ice cream. When it’s all gone, he puts more there, filling my folds, and I gasp as the sensation overwhelms me. This is too good.
I close my eyes and surrender to his tongue. My fingers wrap around Gabriel’s hair, and I push my pussy into his face. He grabs my upper thighs and raises my ass, drinking all my juices. I scream his name when I come, and my body trembles. I barely comprehend what’s going on when Gabriel slams his lips on mine, sharing the taste of the ice cream from my pussy.
“From now on, this is my favorite flavor. Cherry ice cream with your cunt as a plate.” He smirks, and I hear him unbuckling his pants. Once his pants are on the floor, he slams into me.
“Fuck!” he groans and pushes as deep as he can, and I moan. He pulls out and once again slams in. “I’m not fond of anything sweet, but cherry is one of my new favorite things, and I will only eat it from your body because it tastes divine.”
I gape and watch as he pulls all the way out and slams back in. He does that a few more times before taking my legs and hooking them on his shoulders as he fucks me. My breath catches, and I can’t control my moans as they get louder and louder with each pound into me. He leans in and captures my lips, folding me until my knees reach my shoulders. I get lost in his kisses, and as his cock hits the right spot, my muscles spasm, and I come. He pulls his lips from mine and grabs my thighs.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” he groans as he spills his cum deep inside me.
I wince as he pulls his cock from inside me.
“Stay here.” He takes the tissues from the table and cleans my pussy before he pulls me from the counter and places me back on the chair.
I watch as he pulls his pants back on and wait. Should I say anything to him? Or should I wait for him to talk? He takes his shirt from the floor, and I wait for him to dress, but he leans forward and wraps it around my shoulders. I smile and pull my arms into the sleeves.
He looks around the kitchen. “Have you eaten already?”
“I was eating when you came.”
“Dinner.” He narrows his eyes at me.
“That was my dinner. There was no food in the fridge, and since Grace is coming back tomorrow, I decided to wait. It’s not like I’m going to die.”
“So, ice cream was your solution?”
“Yeah. Don’t worry, I’m used to eating ice cream for dinner.”
He looks at me as if I’m an idiot. “You're used to it? How many times has that happened before?”
“Here, not that often since Grace makes my food. But back home, it was more often.”
