I Scream

Eric leaned over my lap, his spoon dipping into the half gallon of Blue Bell I held between my folded legs on the couch. Barely dodging my own spoon in the tub, he leaned back, a drop of the vanilla falling, predictably, right on my thigh.

"Hey!" I almost jumped out of my skin. While it had been predictable, I hadn’t been looking at that moment. We were theoretically watching a movie and I’d actually been paying attention to the television screen.

"Ooops." He didn’t sound particularly upset as he downed his spoonful. "Want me to get that?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes. Hurry, before it melts all over me!"

Suddenly his eyes lit up, burning with almost unholy brightness. I wondered briefly if I was going to regret this before he swooped, bringing his dark tressed head practically in my lap. I was frozen, unable to move as he reached out with his cold tongue and licked delicately, retrieving the dollop of ice cream from the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

"Eric!" I shrieked, clutching my own spoon precariously in one hand, the other shot out to grab hold of his shoulder.

"Tanya!" He mimicked me, then licked again at the soft skin, the ice cream had already been banished but he didn’t seem to care. A little nip to the skin behind my knee made me gasp.

I was unsure of his next move but I could’ve guessed had my brain not shorted out.

He grabbed the tub of ice cream and removed it from the cradle I had made of my legs and pelvis and set it carefully on the floor next to my feet. The towel I’d also put in my lap as protection between the cold of the ice cream and my legs, and pubic area was flipped off and summarily tossed. All this gear was replaced by his head as he laid it in my lap, open mouth exploring my far thigh.

I stared sightlessly at the tv screen as the hot sensation of his lips travelling up under the edge of the huge t-shirt I’d swiped from his closet had an immediate effect upon me. I leaned back, pressing my feet harder against the floor and spreading my legs. His tongue crept out, laving little circles on my rapidly heating skin and roaming up to trace the line of my panties.

My sigh brought a chuckle from him. The expression of smug amusement brushed against my crotch, mere inches from his face. What had been a mere dampness abruptly became wetter with the puffs of breath. That sensation distracted me from what his hands were doing.

A sudden, incredibly cold finger, covered in ice cream touched my leg. He spread the sweet cream along the edge of my panties on the outside of my thigh and licked it off hungrily, making small sounds that turned me on so badly I could almost feel the rush of my arousal. He tugged at the material with his teeth, growling a bit.

My grip on his shoulder tightened. I was so damn wet already, and he had hardly touched me! I was about to go nuts.

With a strangled sound I insisted upon a change of position. We slid and tugged and slid some more, playfully wrestling until we were prone on the couch. Eric’s boxers were suffering in almost the same manner as my panties. The front tented out ahead of him from the force of his erection pressing against the cotton. My mouth watered as I ended up with my face against his lightly furred thigh. It was practically a 69 position and a little extra wriggling insured the continuation of that image.

"Mmm, nice." He groaned as I reached up and touched him through his boxers.

A little pressure here and a tug there and his hard cock was slipped out through that ever so convenient opening in the front. The almost purple head bobbed down in front of my mouth and I couldn’t resist lipping it, licking wetly around it as if it were a sweet plum to be savored and sucked on until the juice ran from the skin.

I felt his fingers, pushing aside the fabric of my underwear and tugging insistently until the soft material gave way with a small rip. The rush of air against my wetness was a relief. I shifted against his weight, moving my hips in tiny increments to increase the touch of the breeze until he touched me again, his fingertips brushing against my puffed lips.

My moan vibrated against his skin as he caught up the little trickle of leaking juice on his finger and spread it up along my slit. Just the very tip of his broad finger slipped between my lips on that pass.

I arched up as much as I could, seeking more contact which he denied for long heartstopping moments as I encircled the throbbing head of his erection with the wet heat of my mouth. I craned my neck back to pant.

"Dammit... Eric..."

"Hmm?" The finger was gone to be replaced by his mouth, tongue licking up and down my begging pussy lips in long strokes.

I mimicked his move, dragging my own slick tongue down to the base of his prick and then back up to swirl at the top, taking long delicious tastes of his skin.

Suddenly he drove the length of his tongue as deeply as he could into my cunt. I shuddered, his tongue curled and twisted inside of my slick walls. He turned his head this way and that, Frenching my wet pussy. I responded in kind, practically swallowing his thickness. I went as deep as I could, feeling him bump the back of my throat before I slowly moved back, letting his saliva coated length slide from my mouth.

We set up a reciprocal pattern that was abruptly ended as something icy cold plopped onto my small patch of pubic hair. I almost screamed, the sensation was so unexpected. As it was I jerked and gasped and Eric’s throbbing cock popped out of my mouth with an audible ‘pop!’.

I was knocked speechless as his fingers massaged the ice cream into my hair and he proceeded to lick it off. Transfixed I lay there and shivered at the contrast of freezing cold and wet heat. More ice cream was added, this time the half melted mess was dripped down along my open lips.

"Ahh! Oh... shit..." He chased that with his mouth also, talented tongue sweeping around and around my acutely sensitized clitoris before slurping up both the ice cream and the plethora of lubrication I was producing.

I had one hand wrapped around the base of Eric’s dick and the other clenched the edge of the couch cushion. With but a thought I also had reached the ice cream, dipping my fingers into the melting mess and bringing those fingers to my mouth before once again sucking him between my lips.

He was the one to jump this time, his hips driving down without his control, almost gagging me until he pulled back up. His knee was braced next to my head, in fact holding me down by my hair. I didn’t care. He nibbled at my lips, alternating between them, his thumbs holding them apart so he could delve between occasionally and thrust inside of me.

Oh my God! I became full of a brief coldness as he once again doused me in ice cream and pushed it inside of me with his tongue.

I became frenzied at the intense differences. Hot tongue and mouth, cold ice cream being swirled in my cunt. I bobbed faster on his cock, sucking and licking and moaning. I was perilously close to orgasm and I didn’t want to be alone.

Eric knew my patterns as well as I did. He slipped back, replacing his tongue with two fingers, pumping in and out of me. His lips closed around my clit, rubbing and suckling.

"Ohhh. Oh!" The wet squishing sounds of his fingers filled my ears. I didn’t hear my own groans and moans as I clenched, coming all over his hand and face. I was in my own piece of heaven.

I gripped his balls in one hand, sucking like mad at his plunging cock. He kept fucking me with his fingers, continued his assault on my clit and I came again, peaking almost violently. The pulse I could feel coursing along his length suddenly grew harder against my tongue and with a unexpected suddenness he spasmed, feeding me spurt after spurt of his semen which I gobbled greedily.

We lay completely still for a few moments, until my legs started to go numb from his weight. A little readjusting and we laid face to face on our sides on the couch.

"I love ice cream."