"Do you have any food allergies?" I asked.
"No." She sounded a little confused by my question.
Pretty soon, she'd understand why I asked.
I opened the big fridge and got out the items I needed for the appetizer---strawberries, whipped cream, and vanilla ice cream. I set those items on the island beside Mara.
She watched me with a puzzled expression.
Puzzled and aroused. I got the feeling no one had ever done what I was about to do to her. Damn sure Nico never had.
I returned to the island, standing between her legs, and tugged her hips to get her ass resting on the very edge. Her puzzled expression melted into a smile so sexy it made my cock throb. I took a breath to calm myself---cut that out, little buddy, we've got work to do---and leaned over her body, looking straight into her gorgeous green eyes.
"Your cream is the sweetest thing I've ever tasted," I told her, "but I want to feed you a different kind of cream. Open that luscious mouth for me, baby."
She opened her mouth.
I grabbed a strawberry, dipped it in the bowl of whipped cream, and held it to her open mouth. "Take a bite."
She bit off half the strawberry, closing her lips around it, chewing slowly, sensuously, and then she moaned like she'd never tasted anything so good in her life. Her eyes half closed, she savored the strawberry until it was all gone. Her lips curved up at the corners, but her eyes stayed hooded.
"Mm," she hummed. "That tastes so delicious, but not as delicious as you."
Her words, the sultry way she spoke them, it made my cock throb again. I devoured the rest of the strawberry, but fruit wasn't what I wanted to consume right now.
Take it slow. That's the plan, remember?
Yeah, the plan. What was it again?
Mara stretched her tongue out, licking the strawberry remnants off my lips. "Mm-mm-mmmmm. Food tastes better on you."
I could barely catch my breath, but dammit, I would do this the way I'd planned. I straightened my arms, putting a little bit of distance between my body and hers.
She picked up a strawberry, dipped it in the whipped cream, and smeared cream all over my chest.
"Mara---"
"Oops," she said in a sexy tone, her smile just as hot as her voice. "Let me clean up the mess I made."
She lifted her head to lap up the cream she'd smeared all over me. Every flick of her tongue made it harder for me to breathe, and harder for me to ignore what my dick wanted so badly that I might just lose it and come all over her belly.
Not that it wouldn't be hot to do that. But I had these plans.
I pinned her wrists to the table. "Do I need to tie you up? Or will you let me do my thing before you make me blow my top?"
"You don't need to tie my up, but that might be fun too."
"Maybe another time." I let go of her wrists, sliding my hands down her arms, loving the feel of her silky skin and the fine hairs that dusted it. "I've got lots more I want to do to you."
I got another strawberry, loaded it with cream, and painted a trail down her body with it, starting at her throat. Every time my berry-brush ran out of cream, I dunked it again and kept painting that path down to her belly until I reached her mound. Then I used the berry-brush to drop a dollop of whipped cream on each of her stiff nipples.
Mara squirmed and bit her lip.
Tearing the leaves off the berry, I spit them out and held the strawberry between my lips, leaning in until my mouth hovered inches above Mara's. I swept the berry across her lips until she got the idea and bit off a chunk.
I ate the rest of it. Juice clung to my lips.
Before I could wipe it off, Mara sneaked her tongue out to lap up the liquid.
Damn, she was the hottest lover any man could ever want.
I licked the whipped cream off her throat, laving my tongue over her skin in leisurely strokes, and followed the trail I'd painted down her chest. When I reached her breasts, I drew one nipple into my mouth, licking and suckling until I'd cleaned every last speck of cream off it---and until she was writhing and gasping under me. I switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention, making her squirm and whimper.
"Oliver," she cried out when I nipped her rigid peak. "Yes, Oliver, please."
She knew how much I loved it when she called me Oliver, but I also knew she wasn't doing it on purpose this time. I'd gotten her so wound up she probably had no clue what she was saying.
Getting her turned on got me wound up too. But I focused on my task, licking my way down her belly, swirling my tongue inside her navel, lapping up every last bit of cream until I reached her mound. I nuzzled the soft hairs, inhaling a deep breath through my nostrils, intoxicated by the scent of her.
"Fuck," I groaned, fluttering those hairs. She smelled so damn good, and I knew she would taste even better.
"Oliver, please hurry."
"Uh-uh. Not rushing." I forced myself to give up the scent of her and grabbed the container of ice cream. I tore off the lid and dug a chunk of ice cream out of the tub with my fingers, holding it in my fist until it started to melt. With my other hand, I urged her to spread her legs for me.
Mara watched me, her head raised, her brows cinching together.
I chuckled. "Ready for phase two?"
She nodded so vigorously her hair flapped against her face.
Opening my fist, I let the half-melted chunks of ice cream fall onto her mound. The thick liquid oozed down her skin, between her thighs. I
