Jay + Aqueela
Aqueela pov
I answer a text from Bells, eating none other than bubblegum ice cream straight out of the tub. Jay walks in and stops when he sees what I'm doing. "Aqueela! How many times have I told you to get a bowl!" He groans, disgusted. Stupid Mr. Clean Freak.
"8 hundred, 25 billion, 55 zillion, 91 million, and .04 zillion katrillion times." I say, smiling cheekily at him. Jay needs to chill. He needs a chill pill. Some milk. To stop getting his panties in a twist.
"That... Aqueela. That's gross."
"And I care..? Silly little looney tune, I don't care about anything." I say proudly, lifting my spoon and taking another bite. He looks at the ice cream, then back to me. He keeps doing this. "What?" I ask suspiciously.
"I have an idea," is all he says, "but it's a little too dirty for you." He tells me. My eyes widen. Since when was cross-wearing, God-lover, holy boy Jay Taylor thinking dirty? Since when was I loving it?
Maybe it was when you sucked his dick in front of the balcony, where people probably saw you?
"Well now you've made me curious, so you have to show me." I say pointedly, narrowing my eyes slightly. He smiles and pushes everything but the ice cream off of the table. He moves the ice cream and puts me on the table. My breathing increases at this action.
He presses a soft kiss to my lips, but I want a harsh one, and he can tell, but won't give it to me. His hands slip up my shirt before taking it off. His eyes trail down before presses his lips to my collar bone. His hands lower to my shorts and unbuttons them slowly. He lays me down and lifts my hips slightly so he can take them off. I'm left in my bra and panties. His breath shutters slightly.
"You're magnificent." He whispers against my lips when he swoops in to kiss me. Nerves bundle in my stomach when he takes the bra off, but I want this, and we love each other, so there's no reason to be so scared. It's just Jay.
"You can tell me to stop if you want." He murmurs as he presses his lips to my neck, against the harsh hickeys, as if a reminder of the beautiful sin we did in the living room a week ago. His hands slip to my panties, and he slowly pulls them down, looking me in the eyes. Once they're off, he lets his gaze wander down my entire body slowly as if taking in every single inch of my skin.
He grabs the ice cream. He picks up the spoon and puts some of the melted areas in it. I flinch slightly when ice cream drips onto my chest, stomach, inner thighs, and right there. My breathing quickens again, especially when his tongue meets my chest. He begins licking the ice cream off, smiling slightly. One of his hands grips my left breast as his lips take my right. I let out a breathy moan, and blush in embarrassment.
"That is now my favorite sound on the planet." He murmurs, licking more of the ice cream as he continues his path down. He gets to my inner thigh, and sucks on the skin so close to my most secret area. He licks ice cream off of the outer edge first, getting closer and closer until finally his lips reach my clit. My thighs are fighting his hands to shut from the pleasure he's giving me, but he keeps me locked in place so tightly, I know I'm going to have little bruises from where his thumbs press into my inner thighs. I let out a loud moan when he begins sucking my clit. He laps any remaining ice cream off before continuing to fully eat me out. I cry out when he slowly pushes a finger inside of me. It stings a bit at first, but when he starts pumping it, and then sucking my bud at the same time, I cry out for him. "Do you like that, baby?" He asks, smiling slightly before picking up where he left off with his mouth.
"Yes, yes.. Oh god, please." I moan. He removes his finger and replaces it with his tongue.
"Cum for me. Cum on my tongue, Aqueela. Let me taste your juice, please." He begs, and his tongue is back inside of me, swirling around against my walls. I cry out as my first ever orgasm crashes through me, as I cum onto his tongue like he requested. He laps up everything, smiling at me as I let my head roll back, my body on a high I never could have imagined would feel like. This is better than any tequila feel I've ever had. I can hardly keep my eyes open right now, but I see him put away the ice cream and spoon.
"Are you tired?" He chuckles. I nod slightly. He picks me up bridal style as carries me to bed. He gets in with me and pulls me into his arms. "You know," he says, "I think I've got a newfound appreciation for bubblegum ice cream."
"I love you." I mumble, clutching to him for dear life.
"And I love you, always."
