Ice cream

You lick me like an ice cream cone. And I love it. First your tongue runs delicately along my smooth inner thighs and outer lips tasting my soft skin. Then it glides over to my clit, sampling it it. Your lips are on mine as your talented tongue tastes my inner softness. It slips up inside me, teasing me, a prelude. I grow wetter every second as you thrill my senses. (I'm getting wet just savoring the memory of how well you pleasure me). You hands are on my thighs, my stomach, my breasts, as if you are hungry to touch me in every way possible at once. I love the feeling of you touching me, your hands on my skin, fingers inside of me, tongue seemingly all over. It's some sort of simultaneous tangle of wonderfulness, when you do this to me.
You stop and look up at me. Eyes meet. The air is thick with chemistry. You are now kneeling in between my open legs. Your cock standing at attention, full and hard and tempting. I draw you to me. We kiss. With a swivel of my hips your cock rests teasingly between my legs, sliding up and down over my clit. It slides lower and I sense you begging to be let in. My feet wrap around your hips and you slide into me, slowly. You go deeper inside me as I glide my tongue around the edge of your ear, making you shudder with bliss. My lips brush your neck, your shoulder, your fingers as you lean back and grab onto my hips. You slide out of me. I take hold of your cock and move my hand deftly over it. I rub the smooth head, slide my thumb right under the tip flicking back and forth. You moan in pleasure as cum spills out onto my stomach.