Searching the dwelling, she finally lays sight of her chilly delight. Beckoning.
The damsel contemplates her ever-looming conscience. Be tempted and fall into the guilty pleasure bestowed upon her? Or restrain herself with resistance, already weakened at the sight in front of her?
The omnipresent hot spell reminds her of her dire state. Perspiring atmosphere leads her to delve into the enticing cool treat. Watching the condensation teem down the sides, she shortens distance between herself and her prey. By now, centimeters apart, a brisk aura emits from the alluring dessert; caressing her cheek faintly. The chilly touch upon her burning cheek is a welcoming feeling.
Eyes closed, mouth turned upward, she savors the crisp cooling on her skin, prolonging the moment. Allured and encompassed in the midst of the cooling sensation, her lips finally meet the surface. She notices the brisk surface accepting her lips that grazes over like a warm intrusion. The chilly surface wavers under her increasing pressure. Almost showing signs of melting from her contact.
She continues her carousal and finally decides to taste her treat. Her tongue begins to glide slowly along the surface, leaving an invisible trail that only she was aware of its where abouts. Transparent to the naked eye, but permanent sign of possession. She reflects the taste upon her palate. Its flavor is not overpoweringly rich, but a definite presence of sugariness under the tongue. She takes a few more tastes. After awhile, she becomes a little impatient and proceeds to have a nibble...
"Hey, try to place any kiss marks on me when I haven't even dried myself off yet."
...until her indulgence is interrupted.
Having hardly left the shower room, there he stands. Her honey, sweetheart, paramour, in front of her, lean and glistening with condensation from the shower's humid aftermath. Evidently exposed and bare, with the exception of his most intimate skin hidden away under the folds of the towel. Remaining moisture upon his cerulean locks makes him appear to have quite an oceanic presence. Through aqua adorning eyes, he pierces her very soul, aware of her every secret. She counters his gaze. Equal intensity.
Placing support upon his broad shoulders, she inches up and places a delicate kiss upon his unclaimed lips. Cold meeting hot exudes a warm passion. Softly pulling away, she stretches herself a little more; an attempt to match his stance. Her heated breath whispers pleasantly into his blushing ear.
"But what other way is there to eat my sweet ice cream?"