Poems and Stories

Of Ice Creams and Staying In

“Can we stay in tonight?” he asked as he plopped down on the couch beside her, almost making her drop her bowl of ice cream. He groaned in satisfaction as his back hit the soft, suede of the couch, closing his eyes as he breathed deeply.

It was Friday and it was also date night. Usually, after work – they would go straight to wherever it was they agreed to meet up for dinner perhaps a movie after, then maybe a night cap in a bar somewhere. Tonight though, she went home instead – since she was out early and knew that he needed to overtime a bit in his office.

She was in her shorts and one of his shirts that she loves to wear, more comfortable in his clothes instead of her own as sheΒ thought of having a little treat before their supposed date, prompting her to get some ice cream from their fridge.Β When he came in the door, she almost dropped the ice cream in her hand – as he jostled her unintentionally.

She looked at him, frowning and deadpanned, “You almost made me drop my ice cream.”

He turned his head towards her and grinned, “I’m sorry, love. But can we?”

“Can we what?” she asked as she put a spoonful of the cold ice cream in her mouth, moaning at the first bite of cold seeping through her tongue.

He stared at her, his eyes slowly darkening as she closed her eyes and savored the avocado flavor of the ice cream she held in her hand, suddenly imagining the things they could do with it. Her moaning got him all hot and bothered.

“Can we what?” she repeated her question just as she swallowed the ice cream and had to stifle a gasp when she turned to him and noticed him staring at her heatedly.

“I said, can we stay in tonight?” he murmured as one of his fingers slowly worked its way up on her exposed thigh. He marveled at her soft, olive toned skin, smirking when he heard her soft gasp.

“Uhm, w-why?” she stammered as she tried to get her composure. What was it with this man that always made her lose control? Was it the way he always would stare at her intensely? Or maybe his disarming smile and deep dimple? Perhaps a combination of both – which he was doing right at that moment.

Yep. It was both.

“I want to do something else aside from our usual date night,” he continued, his voice low as he scooted closer to her, his whole hand now caressing her thigh. He then leaned towards her and started to nuzzle her neck, groaning lowly in his throat as she tilted her head to the side to give him more access.

“Which is?” she was whispering now, the bowl of ice cream threatening to fall from her shaking fingers as she moaned when she felt his tongue dart out to lick the heated skin along her clavicle.

“Rock your world,” he whispered back before sucking on her pulse point, his hand now under his loose shirt on her, slowly traversing the soft expanse of her tummy towards her bra-less breasts.

“And how do y-you… oh, god… propose we do that?”

He grinned against her skin, feeling triumphant that his seduction worked as he took the bowl of ice cream from her hands and set it on top of the coffee table. He grinned wider just as he thought of something as the coldness of the ice cream bowl left his hand.

He then went back to her and in one swift motion, had her lying on the couch on her back as he hovered over her. She squealed and giggled as she looked up at him, her eyes shining in mirth. Her laughs, however, slowly turned to moans and breathy gasps just as he leaned down and started to earnestly kiss her, his mouth moving on top of hers as he explored the inside of her mouth with his tongue.

“You. Me. This ice cream,” he softly said, in answer to her earlier question. “I think I want to have dessert prior to dinner. And I think I want to have it in bed. As you ride me and rock my world completely.”

She didn’t answer anymore, her arms going around him as she pulled him closer to her.

And both were lost.

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