it was 12 in the afternoon, me and grayson just having a chill saturday.
we were in the living room, watching his favorite show since last time we watched mine.
i got up , removing his arm from around me, going to the kitchen. i reach for a glass in the cabinet , pouring myself water.
i start to drink from the glass filled with water, setting my cup down on the marble designed counter.
i felt the need for some ice cream so i bent down to the fridge part where we keep frozen items.
all of a sudden, i feel two large hands grip my waist tightly, and a lower reign repeatedly hitting my ass, slowly.
"grayson, what are you doing.." i asked laughing.
"nothin.." he said hesitantly. i got back up with a bucket of ice cream in my hand, i turned around to face gray.
"yeah whatever." i rolled my eyes , giggling. i got a spoon , one for him, and one for me.
i dipped my spoon in the Neapolitan ice cream.. i wanted to mess with him a bit so i chose vanilla.
i slowly put the spoon around my lips, slowly taking it back out. i hummed in satisfaction, looking into his eyes.
i didn't realize i had some left on my spoon until it dropped down and hit my boobs, dripping in between my cleavage.
i look down and back at grayson.. he was looking at the ice cream slowly dripping
"oopsie" i said, teasingly.
his breath hitched, i knew he hates being teased. that's why i love it so much.
"wanna lick it up for me, or are you just gonna keep staring ?" i said, we both came in eye contact.
he went down and licked the ice cream off my chest.
"mm so good.." he moaned in my ear.
"but i'd rather taste you..."
