You Are On My Mind

Didn't I Tell You Ice Cream Is The Greatest?

*mature. Trying something very new to me.*

Neither Danny nor Linda knew what led them to where they were now. It all had started like any other evening.....
"You want some ice cream, babe?" Linda called out as she slammed the microwave shut, licking the little bit of ice cream off her finger.
"Yeah, I could go for that." Danny walked into the kitchen, surveying the counters for the sugary treat. He smiled when he saw it, walking to it, but not before giving his wife's butt a quick pinch.
Linda bit her lip when Danny's fingers made contact with her pink skirt. The microwave beeped, bringing her out of her momentary arousal.
For whatever reason, they decided to sit down at the dinning room table to enjoy their treat. Halfway through the dessert, Danny jokingly smeared a little ice cream beneath Linda's nose, right out of her reach. She giggled, trying to reach the vanilla ice cream with her tongue, but to no avail.
Danny laughed at her frustrated face, and licked away the dessert. He kissed her then, getting an idea. The kisses grew heavier, and as Linda moved to straddle her husband, the ice cream was forgotten.
Danny's lips attacked the blonde's neck, something she absolutely loved. He reached behind him, grabbing a bowl of ice cream. He barely pulled away from Linda's neck, dipping the spoon in the melting treat. He smeared some ice cream beneath her bottom lip, and kissed her again, sucking away the frozen desert.
Linda was slowly understanding what he wanted. She considered it as more ice cream went to her lips. When Danny started unbuttoning her crisp white shirt, her heart raced even faster inside her chest. Slowly, he took the spoon with a blop of ice cream, and dragged it over the tops of her breasts.
Linda's breath hitched at the cold sensation, then at the sensation of Danny's tongue licking the skin.
Once the sugary sweet substance was gone from her skin, Danny asked, "is this okay?"
"On one condition," Linda held up her pointer finger. She twisted towards the table and picked up the other bowl. "I get to do it to you, too." She dipped her finger in the bowl, then dragged it across the spot on Danny's neck she knew drove him crazy. She sucked on it till she was sure all the ice cream was gone, "deal?"
Danny swallowed, why hadn't he thought of this before? "Deal. What say we move this to the bedroom?"
Linda smiled and stuck her finger back in the bowl. She slipped the digit in her mouth, sucking off the dessert, and nodding.
Danny smirked, feeling his pants grow tighter. He and Linda both grabbed their bowls, and the blonde stopped by the freezer to grab the tub of ice cream. He made a quick trip to the en-suite to grab a few towels, thinking it might get extremely messy.
"Good idea," Linda put her spoon in the container of ice cream, eating a regular bite. She continued eating as Danny laid the towels out on the bed. When he started stripping, she put the ice cream down, and discarded her clothes. "Now what? This is uncharted waters, babe."
Kicking off his jeans and underwear, Danny answered, "just follow my lead." The detective dipped the spoon in the almost completely melted ice cream, tracing the same line over Linda's breasts. Her breath hitched as he lapped up the treat; the spoon went into the bowl, and he dipped his fingers in the thick liquid. He traced the areola, pinching the nipple.
Linda's brain was quickly short circuiting. Danny's mouth and hands always felt good against her skin, but the cold of the treat added a sensation she wasn't used to. She wanted to wipe it away, but she knew Danny was doing that with his tongue. Her senses were battling, and, before she really knew what she was doing, she reached behind her husband and grabbed a bowl. She smeared the ice cream in a line down his neck and across his collarbone. While she lapped at the treat, Danny's hands went to her ass. They were cold from touching the porcelain bowl, making Linda gasp and lean forward a bit.
Danny backed his wife up to the bed, making her sit when he knees hit the mattress. While still lip-locked, she scooted up the bed, resting her head on the pillows. Ice cream was smeared over her warm skin, Danny's tongue quickly chasing it. He hovered the spoon above her dark girls, "y'ready?"
"Yes," Linda nodded, gripping the towel beneath her. She made a sound somewhere between a moan and a yelp. "Mmmm....."she moaned deep in her throat when Danny lapped up the sugary treat. She breathed heavily while shivering.
"You okay?" Danny lifted his head, ready to stop with the food playing.
Linda swallowed hard, "it's- it's just cold. But, damn, your mouth... don't stop."
"Yes ma'am." He smirked and continued until Linda cried in pleasure. Minutes later, they had switched positions.
Linda wasn't quite sure how she wanted to continue, but finally decided on getting the totally melted ice cream. She held the bowl above her husband's length, letting the vanilla liquid drip down.
"Damn, that's cold!" He hissed.
"But kinda a really big turn on, right?"
"Yes."
"Weird, I know." It took Linda all of ten minutes to have Danny releasing down her throat. She swallowed, tasting him and her favorite dessert. She climbed up the bed and laid on top of him, their sticky skin meeting.
"Didn't I tell you ice cream was the greatest?"
Danny rubbed her back, "yes you did. Did you enjoy it?"
"Oddly, yes. I've only got one question now."
"What's that?"
"Who gets the shower first?"