Snowman laid in bed next to Slick, and lit a cigarette as she enjoyed their afterglow. She was delightfully exhausted, and put the holder to her lips. She always enjoyed a good smoke after sex; it was like a good dessert. She looked down at Slick, his head nuzzled against her chest. He caught her eye and kissed her neck sleepily. She blew smoke in his face, and he blinked up at her, his eyes narrowed. "Don't blow that shit at me, you know I hate it," he grumbled.
"Why don't you try it? It's tastes amazing afterwards, Slick, I promise."
He snorted. "Ain't no way I'm gettin' that thing in my mouth, Snow."
A slow smile turned up on her face as she thought. "That sounds like a challenge."
He grunted and put his face against her breast, closing his eyes. He really did look tired. But her mind was working now and she had the perfect idea in mind, and hopefully he'd appreciate it. "Hey, Slick," she nudged him awake, "I'm gonna make you want this," she said, indicating her cigarette holder as she removed the burning cigarette and put it in her mouth.
He rose his eyebrows and watched as she lowered the holder slowly. His eyes widened as he saw where it was headed. She put it to her crotch and met his eyes, sucking in a deep drag from the cigarette in her mouth as she slid the holder-mouth-piece first- into her wetness. She saw him bite his lip as he watched her move it around inside of herself, working it deeper and deeper. She sighed and he caught the cigarette that fell from her lips as she reached her own climax. He stared at her in amazement as she removed the holder, it's length incredibly slick and shiny now. She caught his eyes and said lowly, "Want it now?"
He quickly caught her wrist with one hand, and took the holder out carefully with the other. She grinned as he eagerly put it to his lips, putting it into his mouth. She put a fresh cigarette on the end and lit it for him. He took a drag and sucked on the end, savoring the flavor of it and her. He moved his tonuge around it as he puffed, his eyes closing in satisfaction as he tasted as much as he could. He sighed as he finished and smiled crookedly at her. She chuckled. "Told you I'd get you to want it. I was right, wasn't I?"
"Yeah, yeah you were," he admitted as he put the holder aside and wrapped his arm around her, his head again on the warmth of her chest.
She stroked his hair and closed her eyes, sleepy. "So...how'd you like smoking?"
He chuckled and said, "I think it might become a habit. The shit's addictive."
"Well, I'm willing to share them if you liked-"
"Not the smokes, Snow." He opened his eyes and looked at her. "You," he breathed as he kissed her shoulder lightly. "I just can't get enough of you."
She smiled contentedly at that, and kissed the top of his head, before they both fell into a blissfull sleep.