The air outside was stifling. The air inside wasn't any better.
Even though the thermostat was set at a comfortaThe air outside was stifling. The air inside wasn't any better. ble 68 degrees, his brow was covered in a thin bead of sweat. His fingers were gripping the arm of the sofa as she laid between his legs, his eyes mere slits as he watched her mouth.
It opened slowly in anticipation, as she ran her tongue over her lips, moistening sunlight shining in made them glisten like a flower after a summer storm.
Holding it with one hand she eased out her tongue dragging it across the base, then up and over the length, pursing her lips around the tip.
He shuddered in anticipation.
Her mouth opening wide she took it inside, humming in pleasure, her eyes fluttering shut. Her lips closing tight around it, hollowing out her cheeks.
He groaned at the sight before him, his hips shifting up against his will. She slid it back out slowly, savoring the taste and feel of it sliding over her tongue.
A tiny bead of liquid sliiped out the corner of her mouth so she reached up to catch it on her finger smearing it over her lips.
One hand was tangled in her hair, the other gently cupping her chin as his eyes filled with hunger as she repeatedly sucked it in and out between her gorgeous lips. He cursed, not being able to stand it any longer.
" Fine Beckett, you win, next time I won't inhale my popsicle in three bites." He pouted, "Now can it at least have half of yours?"