The Pretend Boyfriend novel Chapter 33

Her vagina turns into water.

He continues to dab the different flavors onto her breasts, creating icy patterns, delicious whorls of increasingly complex and colorful craftsmanship - all which he licks and sucks off her skin with relish. Her flesh is both flushed with excitement and pale from his icy ministrations - so that her tits resemble a red-and-white streaked and glistening mélange.

He drips strawberry sorbet onto the midline that traverses the longitudinal axis of her belly. He pushes the melting pink ice down, down, down with the tip of his tongue ... until the chilly crystals cascade into the puckered bowl of her belly button. She gasps. Her abdominal muscles contract from the illicit sensation.

His tongue swirls around the basin of her umbilicus, and continues its way south. Down, down, down until it hits the hedged barrier of her pubic hair.

He looks up, smiling. Mischief dances in his liquid brown eyes.

Her flesh down there is very hot.

"So what do we do now?" he teases.

"Tongue me," she begs.

"Say pretty please."

"Pretty please."

"That was too easy. I want you to beg for it." He places both his hands on her inner thighs and parts them.

"Please, please, please, please," she says.

"Please what? I want to hear you say it."

"Please ... lick me."

"Lick what?" He knows she doesn't quite like to get graphic, and she knows it gives him a rise when she does.

A shudder passes through her. "Lick my clitoris."

"And what toppings would you like on it?"

Oh. A blush heats her cheeks. She doesn't reply.

She doesn't think she has the strength. But she arouses herself anyway to sheath the slightly wet condom around his marvelous cock.

He poises his body on top of her. Then he digs his entire right hand into a tub of mint ice-cream and slathers the creamy concoction all over his covered penis. He rubs his organ, making sure her eyes are upon it as it grows ever more tumescent.

When he's ready, he positions himself between her legs. His pupils are extremely dilated as he looks down upon her with obvious desire and need. His breathing is ragged as the tip of his cold cock nudges her well-creamed pussy hole.

"You ready?" he says in a hoarse voice.

She has been ready since the first time she saw him.

He pushes himself in with a rush. The coldness of his rod contrasts vastly with the heat of his thrust. She cries out at the unexpected dichotomy.

"You all right?" he asks.

"Never better."

It's true. She can gaze into his beautiful brown eyes forever - those orbs of molten chocolate. He begins to move inside her - slow and with feeling. The iciness abates with his movements, and she's a melted gooey mess down there again. Her vaginal walls expand and contract with a gushy, slithery sensation. She feels ... oh so satisfied ... so taken ... so possessed ... and years of female empowerment cannot erase this wanting to be claimed by a dominant alpha male who makes her feel feminine and desired and treasured.