“Do you want my cherry?”
She said the words in a half whisper, her voice husky. Gently rubbing the small swollen orb.
He nodded and leaned closer. She smiled.
“Take it, its yours.”
He took her cherry in his mouth, rubbing his tongue against it. Feeling it against his lips, he gently sucked on it. Those succulent juices flowing down his chin. A frothy foam surrounded his mouth as he heard her say, “ohhh”.
His tongue darted in, slurping up the sweet nectar.
“Not so fast,” she said. “Slow down.”
He paused for a moment and then thrust his head down as far as it would go, tongue stretching as far as he could make it, feeling that cream trickle down his throat.
“God I love this,” he said with his mouth full.
“I can tell,” she said, with a strange look on her face.
“I’ve never seen anyone eat an ice cream sundae without a spoon before.”