PotH: Revolution [PART 4] (NSFW)

She brought her own mouth to his, pulled the cherry out. The cherry was good, but he tasted oh so much better.

He kissed her, enjoyed the mingling of flavors. "Out of everything I eat, I'll never find anything that compares to you flavor-wise."

She laughed. "You're just saying that because you're love-stoned on me... Though I'm not any better."

"I don't see anything wrong with that," he decided, sinking into another kiss before letting his tongue trail back down.

"Me neither..." she breathed, the shivers taking hold again.

He grinned. "You know, if you wanted to transfer any of this to me, I wouldn't mind letting you lick it off." His tail wagged lazily and he swept his tongue over her nearly cleaned breast.

She grinned widely. "I thought you'd never ask." She dipped her fingers in a random dessert, slid it over his neck. She slid her tongue along it, savoring the taste.

His eyes closed for a moment as he took in the sensation. "Mm..."

She smirked as she finished up. "You like, huh?"

"You could say that." He grinned, bent his head to suckle on her nipple.

She arched against him, running a hand through his messy hair. "Good... Y'know, for the record, I've had this fantasy for a while."

"I think I was born with this fantasy," he mused, running his fingers down her side.

"I'm sure you were," she mused, running some ice cream on his chest.

He shivered. "Hope you plan to lick that off soon, s'freezing."

"They don't call it ice cream for nothing, y'know." With a giggle, she got right to lapping it up.