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Chapter 40

Katsuko's POV

I lifted the silver spoon to my lips as my eyes stared intently at the TV screen, laying back against the armrest. My legs were draped lazily over Masato as he sat upright, and we watched the film together.

"Shit, shit, shit, that's cold!" I squeaked as a sudden chill spread over a small area of my chest from the ice cream that had escaped my spoon.

Masato turned his eyes to me, laughter falling from his lips as he watched me place the tub down and try to scoop it off.

"You okay there, baby? You know, you're supposed to eat the ice cream, not wear it."

"Well, it's not like I intentionally missed my mouth. Urgh, now I'm all sticky, and I'm too comfy to get up to clean it off." I looked up at him with a pout on my lips.

Masato's eyebrow raised as a subtle smirk tugged at his lips. "Well, there is an alternative."

"You going to get me some tissue for me?"

"Hmm, not quite." He quickly moved, kneeling himself between my legs, and he leaned over me.

"What are you-oh!" I wasn't able to finish my question as he dipped his head down to my chest and ran his tongue over the area where the ice cream had landed. The act instantly caused small electric waves to spark throughout my nerves.

His tongue rolled across the top of my breasts until he was happy; there was no ice cream residue left, and his tongue trailed up my neck. "Hmm, ice cream tastes pretty good on you, although I don't think I got enough to know for sure."

He locked his lips with mine as his hand reached to the floor. I was so lost in the kiss I hadn't seen him pull the spoon from the tub and bring it to my chest until I felt the ice against the skin of my cleavage.

My lips tore from his as I squeaked in surprise at the sudden sensation. "Masato! That's cold!"

"Well, it is ice cream." He chuckled as he peppered kisses down my jaw and neck.

The area suddenly warmed as his tongue lapped up the ice cream he'd spilled between my breasts and more currents coursed through my body. My breath staggered as my back arched, and a quiet hum came from my slightly parted lips.

"Ben and Jerry's and Kat, I think this is now my favorite dessert." He mumbled as he pressed soft kisses across my chest, and one of his hands slipped under the fabric of my tank top.

The fabric lifted, exposing my stomach as his lips moved down to them, grazing, barely touching the flesh. My stomach twisted as an ache began to develop in the depths of it, and I felt the wetness starting to arise between my legs.

"Masato." I mewled in a desperate plea as my body arched a little more, trying to cause my skin to connect with his lips.

He pulled himself up, picking the tub up from the floor and gathering a small lump of the cream on the spoon.

"Don't move, or you're going to get ice cream all over our sofa."

I went to question what he was doing, but instead, I found myself taking a sharp breath as he dripped the ice cream in a line down the middle of my stomach. My body jolted, and a squeal left my lips as a small amount dipped into my navel before he trailed the spoon down to my hips.

The ice cream was cold, but I felt it already melting against my skin as some of the liquid began to drip down my body. It was cold enough to cause a shudder to run up my spine and my breath to become disturbed.

Masato carefully put the tub down on the back of the sofa, before his head ducked down to my stomach. His tongue ran up the line from my hips, stopping at my navel to lap up the small amount in the groove. His tongue circled and dipped, cleaning it up before it continued up the line, stopping just below my ribs.