They were like minxes, unable to get enough of each other. She got down between his thighs, chortled, taking a teasing lick at the generous scoop of strawberry ice-cream. Mmm, she sighed in obvious pleasure. She loves the fresh, tangy sweetness of newly harvested strawberries. They do wonderful magic to the sensitive tastebuds of her tongue. If only there's freshly-whipped cream to top it off, sprinkled generously like icing sugars over a cupcake. Mmmm, heaven!
He gasps aloud when she grasped hold of the hard length of his cone. Her hand was icy against the throbbing warm of his shaft. Christ, this was about the most exciting, tantalising, best-ever BJ he'd ever engaged in. She's good for her age.
"Are you gonna sit on it or get on with the work?"
She smiled. She knew, without any doubt, she'd him hooked. "What's the rush? We agreed to take it slow, remember?"
"You're making it real hard for a man to keep his words."
"Are you sure you're man enough for the task?"
"Are you questioning my tolerance?"
"What's your tolerance? Can you handle fetish and kinky as well as the ordinary?"
He knows it was pointless to lie to her. She knows too much. She was way more experience that him and she didn't get the accolade of a cougar for nothing.
"How old are you?"
"Twenty and six."
"How many girls have you slept with?"
He tries hard to keep a clear head and does a mental count of the number of females he'd bedded. She was making it easy for him to keep tab of the figure. Her luscious, hot lips worked like firing of staccato: one moment on him and the next, away, long enough for her to ask him a question. What was the old cougar trying to do to him? Is that how Ashton got so hook on Demi? Did Demi pull the same addiction routine on him as his own prowling mama is doing now?
"Eighty," he choked. "Probably ninety."
"Did they lick you the way I'm taking you?"
"No. They couldn't take as far down the throat as you just did."
"Compliment," purred Celeste. "I like that in a man. We'll end our lesson in abstinence here today. You still need to work on your ejaculation. Your control skill is still mediocre. I need a man who can keep up with me. I don't satisfy easily."
"Same time and place tomorrow?" asked Nick, getting up from the couch he was reclined on. The hotel room smells of cigarette and musky aftersex.
"I'll call you," said Celeste, liking the way his young, firm male flanks move.
