ght up in his cool vanilla spell. He shifts lower and
starts eating the ice cream in my belly, swirling his tongue
into and around my na一vel.
I moan. Holy cow. It’s cold, it’s hot, it’s tantalizing,
but he doesn’t stop. He trails the ice cream further down
my body, into my pubic hair, on to my clitoris. I cry out,
loudly.
“Hush now,” Christian says softly as his magical tongue
sets to work lapping up the vanilla, and now I’m keening
quietly.
“Oh . . . please . . . Christian.”
“I know, baby, I know,” he breathes as his tongue
works its magic. He doesn’t stop, just doesn’t stop, and
works its magic. He doesn’t stop, just doesn’t stop, and
my body is climbing—higher, higher. He slips one finger
inside me, then another and he moves them with agonizing
slowness in and out.
“Just here,” he murmurs, and he rhythmically strokes
the front wall of my vagina while he continues the exquisite,
relentless licking and sucking. Holy fucking cow.
I erupt unexpectedly into a mind-blowing orgasm that
stuns all my senses, obliterating all that’s happening outside
of my body as I writhe and groan. Jeez, that was so
quick.
I am vaguely aware that he has stopped his
ministrations. He’s hovering over me, sliding on a condom,
and then he’s inside me, hard and fast.
“Oh yes!” He groans as he slams into me. He’s sticky
—the residual melted ice cream spreading between us. It’s
a strangely distracting sensation, but one I can’t dwell on
for more than a few seconds as Christian suddenly pulls
out of me and flips me over.
“This way,” he murmurs and abruptly is inside me once
“This way,” he murmurs and abruptly is inside me once
more, but he doesn’t start his usual punishing rhythm
straight away. He leans over, releases my hands, and pulls
me upright so I am practically sitting on him. His hands
move up to my breasts, and he palms them both, tugging
gently on my nipples. I groan, tossing my head back
against his shoulder. He nuzzles my neck, biting down, as
he flexes his hips, deliciously slowly,
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