Page 196 of Dagger in the Sea

We got out of the pool and dried ourselves with towels and headed to the outdoor kitchen naked. She opened the fridge and grabbed a small carton from the freezer and opened it.

Her eyes lit up. “Parfait. My favorite.”

“Parfait?”

“Ice cream, but richer, thicker.” She grabbed a spoon.“Élla,try.” Adri scooped up a spoonful of the vanilla dotted with nuts and brought it toward my mouth. The ice cream slid off the spoon and landed on her tit, a splatter on her thigh.

“Oh, baby, that’s too bad.” I chuckled and sucked it off her breast, pinching the underside, my lips taking in her hardened nipple and she cried out. “That. Is. Extraordinary. Parfait,” I said, my tongue grazing her nipple over and over.

“And that is an extraordinary tongue,” her voice was breathless. “More?”

“Yes, please.” I lifted her up on the marble kitchen island, held her leg open, and lifting my gaze to her blazing one, lapped at the ice-cream on her thigh.

She leaned back and shook the spoon over her tummy. Drips of creamy white pooled on flesh. “Oops.”

I grabbed the small carton of parfait from her and put it on the counter. “Lay back.”

Her eyes flashed and she immediately laid down. Taking a long, thin kitchen towel from the counter, I twisted it around her wrists, bringing her fingers to the faucet behind her on the small sink. “Hold onto the faucet and don’t let go.”

She licked her lips as her fingers wrapped around the faucet, her luscious tits at attention. I put another towel over her eyes, tucking it under her head, and she let out a low moan. The light illuminating the swimming pool created a luminous glow over her flesh. My chest heated as I admired my nymph splayed out for me on her island altar.

“Turo?” she breathed, her back arching.

“Shh.” I dipped the spoon into the icy cold dessert and brought the back of the spoon, coated in ice cream, over her swollen clit, applying pressure, rubbing her. She cried out at the cold shock, the unlikely friction, her pelvis rocking, and I nipped at her wet pussy lips, lapped at the ice cream dripping between her legs. I scooped more parfait into the spoon and ate.

“So good.” She moaned as I scooped up more and brought it to her mouth.

“Lick.”

She did, ravenously. I kissed her, licking the ice cream from her lips, her tongue searching for mine.

I dipped the spoon in the parfait again and repeated the stroking around her nipples. My licking and sucking.

Her body shuddered, she panted, “Oh, Turo, oh, Turo…”

“Do not let go of that faucet, Lovely.”

I offered the spoon, touching it to her lips but pulled it back from her mouth. Her tongue fluttered to reach it, her back arching off the marble. A rush of heat engulfed me.Desperate for me. Begging for me.

Dribbling the last of the parfait over her writhing body, I licked, suckled, nipped, and finger fucked her until she came. I brought my ice cream and Adri-covered fingers to her lips.

“Suck on me.”

She sucked hard, and my balls tightened painfully as her teeth grazed my fingers, the wet, tense suction of her mouth unbearable. Positioning myself between her legs, my hands gripping her thighs, I nudged my tip at her entrance, sliding my shaft up and down her wet.

“You want ice cream, baby or you want cock?”

“Give me that—”

I thrust deep, and jagged gasps ripped from us both. Pinning her legs up high, I pumped into her wildly until we both came.

“You’ve exhausted me, woman.”

“I can’t move,” she whispered, her head rolling to the side, the towel falling from her face. “I can’t.”

“You have to, sweetheart.” I chuckled, biting the inside of her knee. “Get us to your bedroom.”

She laughed.

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