The Last Bite

It was the middle of summer and the hottest day of the year. He was convinced the gods of summer were conspiring to make him as miserable as possible. Within three days the air conditioning went out in his apartment and car. To make matters worse, the air conditioning went out in his office and he was required to wear a suit and tie every day. All day the only thing he could think about was a pint of pistachio gelato in the freezer. It was the one indulgence he allowed himself while he trained for an upcoming ultra-endurance cycling event.

As soon as he arrived home, he stripped off his sweat-soaked clothes and headed straight for the shower. The cool water ran down his body, soothing the tension in his neck and back. He stepped out of the shower and dried himself hastily. It was so hot he didn't bother with clothes. As he approached the kitchen he stopped.

"What the hell?" he said in surprise.

His girlfriend was sitting on the couch. When he came in the house he was so focused on getting to the shower he didn't notice her. She was wearing a red skirt with a yellow flower print and a matching cami crop top. He loved that outfit. It was what she was wearing when they first met. Although the skirt was nearly ankle length, she sat on the couch with it hiked up past her mid-thigh exposing her luxurious legs. But his reverie was interrupted when he saw the gelato in her hand.

"What the Hell!" he exclaimed. "Please tell me that isn't my pistachio gelato."

She looked at him sheepishly. "I'm sorry love. Were you going to eat this?"

"Was I going to eat that?" he said, exasperated. "Damn! I've been waiting all day for that gelato. How much is left?"

She looked down at the nearly empty container, then slowly looked back at him knowing the answer she was about to give wasn't going to be received well. But her thoughts were diverted because he was standing in front of her naked - and he was glorious. The sweat on his body made him glisten and glow in the fading afternoon light. His legs and ass had always been amazing, but the recent workouts toned his upper body and brought the muscles in his chest and abs into full relief.

"Hello?" he said.

She snapped out of her daydream. "How much is left? Well... there's only one bite... "

"Only one bite?" he said interrupting her.

"Yes. But, do you know what it means when someone offers you their last bite? It's a sign of true love."

"True love, huh. It was my gelato. How can you offer me what was already mine?"

The statement was said sarcastically. That meant he was still in a playful mood in spite of his disappointment about the ice cream. She immediately knew what to do to make it up to him.

"Technicalities," she said waving her hand in the air to dismiss his argument. "Come here." She motioned for him to sit next to her. He hesitated then made his way to the couch. He purposely sat so there was a small gap between them. Unfazed by the attempt to spite her, she moved against him. A quick glance at his crotch confirmed her suspicion that he was thoroughly hard. Heat was radiating from his body in waves and it was turning her on more than she anticipated. She had to use every ounce of her willpower to not rip off her clothes and mount him.

She angled her body so her mouth hovered just above his. She focused her eyes on his lips.

"Giving you this last bite of gelato..." she paused to lick her lips. His lips parted and quivered ever so slightly. "... really is a sign of my love... " Then she looked directly into his eyes "... and I'm going to show you."

She rose from the couch, went to the front door and returned with a pair of nude, high-heel, lace-up sandals dangling over her shoulder. His eyes lit up when he saw the shoes and she knew she had him. As she sat down on the coffee table opposite him, she made sure to pull her skirt up to her hips exposing the full length of her legs. Slowly, seductively she laced the sandal on her right leg. As she moved to the left leg, pulled up her skirt to her waist and opened her legs so he could see she wasn't wearing any panties. Immediately, instinctively he leaned forward.

"Whoa, baby," she said with a sly smile. "Sit back." Reluctantly he complied. She finished lacing the other sandal. Then she picked up the container of ice cream, spread his legs and kneeled in front of him.

"Now, for this first part, you cannot touch me," she said. "Keep your hands on the couch, ok?" He simply nodded in affirmation and amusement. The gelato was completely melted at this point but that was what she wanted. She drizzled several drops on his left nipple and watched as the liquid rolled down his chest. Then starting from his abdomen she carefully licked up each trail of gelato. The saltiness of his sweat mixed perfectly with the sweetness of the ice cream. She couldn't help but smile with delight. When she reached his nipple, she circled it several times with her tongue before placing her mouth over it's peak. He threw his head back and moaned with pleasure.

After sucking and teasing his nipple, she fed him a small amount of the gelato. He closed his eyes and savored what he had been waiting for all day. While his eyes were closed she put some of the gelato in her mouth, put her hands over his to pin him down, and kissed him. She thrust her tongue forward and gelato poured into his mouth.

It was déja vu. She had recently convinced him to let her kiss him with his cum in her mouth. The warm, creamy, salty-sweet transported her back to that moment. He came in her mouth. There was so much cum, she couldn't help but swallow some of it. Then they were kissing. She couldn't believe how turned on she was. She was rubbing her clit, on the verge of orgasm. She snapped back to the present and realized she was rubbing her clit and was on the verge of orgasm.

"Not yet," she thought to herself.

She pulled away from him and stood up even though he still wanted to kiss her. Longing and desire were burning deeply in his eyes. She sat down on the table, pulled her skirt up to her chest and poured the last bit of gelato just below her belly button. As he watched it drip down between her legs, she could see he was as hard as a rock.

"Now... for the second part... you can touch me.... "