Page 25 of Ask Me To Stay

Chapter 10

Summer 2001

Willow

“Aren’t you worried about your water bill?” I asked as we stepped out of the shower for the fourth time today.

“Nope.” He grinned as he handed me a towel. “I’d forgo the clothes. We might be in here again soon.” He winked as he toweled off, tossed the towel on the counter, and waltzed out of the bathroom sans clothes.

“How many showers do you think we need?” I laughed. “My skin’s glowing from all this buffing.”

“I was thinking we could make sundaes next,” he called from somewhere outside the bedroom, I’m thinking the kitchen.

I grabbed a tee. I didn’t feel comfortable walking about around in nothing when the blinds weren’t pulled on the windows.

“Come here.” He motioned from the island in the kitchen. “I wanna try something.” Taco raised his head from where he was lying on the couch. I can only imagine what he thought of us.

“What are you doing?” I crept over to him. There was whipped cream, chocolate sauce, caramel sauce, and vanilla ice cream sitting on the counter.

“Making a sundae.” He grinned as he patted the island. “Sit.” He pointed to the granite.

“That’s going to be cold.” I pouted.

“I’ll warm you up.” He turned in all his naked glory, and lifted me onto the island. I yelped when my ass hit the cold surface. “We don’t need this.” He reached for the tee, and lifted it over my head. My breasts bounced slightly as I jerked from the cool air hitting my skin. “Let’s see how this tastes.” He took the chocolate sauce and dribbled it across my breasts. The warm liquid began to drip down to my nipples, but Russ leaned forward and licked it off. “Mmmm.” His eyes closed. “And this.” He dribbled some caramel on my shoulder, leaned forward and sucked. “Delicious.” He urged me to lean back. “I think I need more.” He licked his lips as he scooped a small dollop of ice cream out and set it on my belly button. I sucked in a breath because it was cold. He leaned forward, and his warm tongue swirled around before he licked it into his mouth.

“I think I need a turn,” I gasped. I was getting turned on again, and I didn’t think my body could take much more.

“Later. I’m not finished.” His eyes dilated as he stared at me lying there on the island. He moved like a panther stalking its prey as he rounded one end of the island. He pulled my legs so they were partially hanging, and spread my knees apart. The cool air blew over my center, and I shivered in anticipation of what was coming next. “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he murmured as he picked up the can of whipped cream. “This is by far the best sundae I’ve ever eaten. I might have to have more later.” He held the can by my thigh, and then began to cover my center in whipped cream. He took extra attention to make sure he didn’t miss a spot before stepping back to admire his work. “Delicious.” He nodded. “Better eat this before it melts.” He leaned down and as his tongue ran across me, my back bowed off the island. His hands flew to my thighs to hold me still as his tongue all but attacked me.

“Oh god! Russ! That’s! Oh god!” I panted. His tongue swirled around my clit before he began sucking on it. David had never done this for me, and I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming or not. “It’s… Russ! You’re…” He sucked again and again as if he was pulling the orgasm out of me. My heels tried to dig into the granite, my head thrashed, and then it happened. In a wave of ecstasy, my body released. The crash was transcendent, and the fall was just as epic. I went limp on the counter as my brain tried to catch up with what had just happened. I turned my head to the side to see Russ staring at me.

“You’re absolutely beautiful when you come.” He smiled in awe.

I stared at him. He was pretty beautiful himself, and standing at attention. Every movement caused his cock to bounce. He started to turn away, and I reached out to grab his hand. “Nope.” I grinned as I shook my head. I sat up, and attempted to climb down. I was still a little wobbly on my feet, but I wanted to repay the favor. “You. Here.” I pointed to a spot on the floor in front of the island. I turned him so his ass was against the counter. “Hands.” I pointed to the edge. “If you move them, I stop,” I warned. I’d had a bad experience with David, and even though I trusted Russ, I still needed the assurance that I was in control.

“Yes, ma’am.” He winked. Picking up the chocolate sauce, I dribbled some across his chest. His pecs jerked at the contact. I leaned in, and ran my tongue across the same path.

“Mmm. You’re right. It’s delicious.” I peered up at him through my lashes. Next, I went lower. The caramel dripped over his abs. I licked as it trickled down the v at his hips. His cock brushed against my cheek as I licked up the last dribble. “Main course,” I whispered as I grabbed the can of whipped cream. When his cock was sufficiently covered, I leaned in and took a lick. I glanced up just in time to see his head drop back. I grabbed him at the base, and took another lick, this time making sure to get the underside.

“Fuck, Willow,” he hissed. As I took all of him into my mouth, my hand tightened around the base. While sucking, I pumped him with my hand. He wasn’t huge, but bigger than my mouth could accommodate. Every once in a while, I’d glance up to see him staring back at me in what I could only describe as awe. I began doubling my efforts and was soon met with a salty explosion. Russ’s knees buckled slightly and his hands had a white knuckled grip on the island. I sat back on my heels, licked the whipped cream off my fingers, and grinned up at him.

We didn’t say anything to each other at first, as I stood up. Then I grinned, and shrugged. “Guess we need another shower.” I turned to walk back to the bedroom.

“Maybe we should just move this to the shower. It would make things easier,” Russ called after me. “Then again, this is the most fun I’ve had in a long time.”

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“You think there’s a record for this, or something?” I smiled as I took another bite of pizza. Russ had ordered in when I took my last shower.

“I don’t know, but I’m sure we’re close to breaking it.” He sighed as he leaned back on the couch. Taco was staring at us from his doggy bed on the floor and every once in a while, he’d put his paw over his eyes. “I think he might be mad at me,” Russ pondered.

“Or jealous.” I giggled. “I mean, you’re giving me all your attention.” I finished my slice and licked my fingers clean. “I guess I’m sleeping here again?” I looked at him sheepishly.

“Why not? No one’s at your place. It’s just you. Stay here till Aimee gets back.” He looked like a little kid begging me.

“I need to get my stuff tomorrow then. I only have two more days.” I nibbled my lip.

“Don’t remind me.” He looked away as the words trailed off.

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