How could she not? She had been stripped clean of all her clothes, was lying, bare-ass, on the top of her bed. There was nothing left to hide, nothing left to do but let him have his way with her. The words sounded terribly decadent in her head, but they felt exhilarating, and she could actually feel her body quivering with anticipation.
She didn’t have to wait long. The first flush of cold was on her lips and startled her so badly that she almost choked on it. But it slid off the side of her mouth, to her neck. And then it was again on her lips, and Rebecca opened her mouth, let it slide in, and smiled, spreading her arms wide on the bed. “Rocky road,” she said. “My favorite.”
Matt chuckled above her; and then his lips were on hers, sucking them clean of the ice cream. She waited for the next sweet assault; felt the cool river of it on her chest, followed by Matt’s mouth and tongue, slowly licking up the rivulets that ran off either side of her, beneath her breasts. When his lips closed around her nipple, Rebecca involuntarily arched into him with a jolt; the resulting tremor reached all the way down to her sex.
He was gone again, and in the next moment, she felt another drizzle of ice cream from her breastbone to her belly button, followed by his tongue, lapping it up, following the trail and dipping into her navel as Rebecca lay there, panting, using her hands to search for him in the dark. She found his chest, his shoulders, trailed her hands down his body, gasping a little when she felt his naked hip.
“Don’t stop, let yourself go,” he said, and Rebecca reached around to the patch of wiry hair and his thick erection. Matt moved so that he was beside her, his mouth still on her belly somehow, nipping her, licking up the ice cream, sending another drizzle of delicious cold to simmer in the heat between her legs. Rebecca squealed with the sensation, squeezing him in her hand. His smooth skin felt like silk over marble; she could feel his erection pulsating in her hand, could feel the pearl of moisture at the very tip. And as Matt’s tongue dipped between her legs, sucking up the ice cream and sending her into another surreal orbit, Rebecca lifted off the bed, groped in the darkness for his face.
“Let me,” she said, gasping for air. “Let me try. Give me the ice cream.”
Matt made a sound that was something like a groan and a laugh, but he took her hand, dipped her fingers into the ice cream canister.
Still blindfolded, Rebecca came up on her knees, scooped a little of it out, and reached into the dark, until she found him. Uncertain as to what part of his body she managed to hit, she leaned forward, ran her tongue along the creamed skin, delighting in the decadence of it, feeling the hard nub of his nipple on her tongue. She laughed, found the container, took more, slowly rubbed it on his body, smiling broadly when she heard Matt groan and felt him fall onto his back.
Something snapped in her then; she could feel the sticky sweetness everywhere, and wasn’t certain if it was all ice cream or the swell of her own outrageous desire mixing with it, too. She groped about, her hand fluttering until it found the container, and she scooped more of the melting ice cream, rubbing it into her mouth, then more, which she rubbed on Matt, on his torso, his hips, his penis. She reached forward, her tongue seeking him, finding his erection, drawing it into her mouth and sucking the cream from his skin.
Matt was moving beneath her, restraining himself, she thought. She could feel him hardening in her mouth, could feel his testicles burgeoning in her hand, could taste cream and salt and his body.
And then suddenly he grabbed her. She had the sensation of flying. Rebecca gripped the scarf that covered her eyes, yanked it free to see Matt looming above her, a bead of perspiration on his brow, his eyes dark with lust.
“Are you ready to come better?” he asked her through gritted teeth. “Are you ready to know how it feels to be completely free?”
She laughed, licked her lips. “Ready.”
Matt kissed her then, a desperate kiss of pure lust, then broke away, grabbed the ice cream container and dipped more of it out, pushing some into her mouth with his fingers, then maniacally spreading it on her skin while Rebecca laughed. Then he surprised her by smoothly flipping her over onto her belly and spreading it on her hips, lapping it off one cheek, then the other. Giddy with desire, Rebecca reached down to feel the ice cream on her body, to feel the sticky wet sweat on them, and Matt’s arm snaked around her waist, lifting her up as one thigh went between her legs.