Sometimes Love Isn't Enough

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Gale comes out of the bedroom, as soon as I make myself comfortable on the couch in the living room, with a bowl of ice cream, and the book I was reading to her earlier. "Hi Baby," I say as she saunters over to me. She is wearing a black lace lingerie nightgown that is barely long enough to cover her backside if she were to bend over.

Without permission, she casually straddles me, making herself comfortable. "What about me? No ice cream for me?"

"I thought we could share," I cover, trying not to make it too obvious that right now the ice cream is my comfort food and I didn't actually plan on sharing. I take a spoonful of the ice cream, and bring it against her lips, allowing herself to feel its coolness, before pushing her mouth slightly open with the spoon for her to take it in.

"What if I wanted my own?" she playfully challenges folding her arms in a pout.

I decide to play into her antics. "Well, the ice cream is mine, so you would need to ask for my permission."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, it is. Why should I share any more with you or allow you to have the ice cream that I picked up at the store?"

"Because you love me," she pouts. "Please, I want some. You are also not being very nice, eating ice cream in front of me."

She is not wrong on any account. "Do you deserve this?" I needle sweetly holding up the spoon again.

Her pupils dilate, and her lips part, as she looks from the spoonful of ice cream back to me. She swallows before releasing an exasperated exhale. "Please," she whimpers licking her now dried lips.

"Well, since you were such a good girl today, I guess I can share the rest." I push the spoon towards her mouth again.

When it is in millimeters of her mouth, Gale gasps. "Dewey!" she screeches almost jumping off my lap.

My eyes follow hers that are now looking down at her chest. In the center of her chest, right above her valley, there is now a small glob of dripping ice cream.

"See what you did," she says raising her voice while pointing at her wet chest.

A devilishly smile immediately plasters on my face. Bringing my face about an inch from her chest, I crook my head sideways looking up at her. "Well, we will just have to clean it up." My tongue presses into her valley, swirling for a moment.

She shivers, and immediately places her hands on my back for support. "Oh God, Dewey."

My tongue moves expertly from her valley upward, tracing a line up her neck, reaching her lips a moment later. "That was good."

"Thank—thank you," she stutters blissfully.

I peer into the bowl that is in my lap, taking the spoon out once more. "I think you want some more." After filling the spoon with another small scoop of now melting ice cream, I deliberately bring it to her chest, dropping it meticulously onto her.. I gape at her in bated breath waiting for some kind of reaction from her.

Her eyes widen in surprise at my deliberate move.

"Oops," I feign. "I missed again. Sorry," I mumble. I push up her nightgown, for better access, exposing her breast. Gale submissively moves backwards off me to lie down on the couch.

She looks at me anxiously, unable to move, as she waits for my next move. I take a large spoonful of ice cream in my mouth, and swirl it around with my tongue, while bringing my lips to her left breast, and full engulfing it in my cool mouth.