I pulled off her shorts and threw them before gripping her naked hips, my thumbs stroking that soft skin in the crease of her thighs.
“Do you ever wear panties?” I asked.
“Never. Can’t stand them.”
I laughed and pulled my shirt off, tossing it, and then my shorts, tossing them too.
One of her brows rose. “Do you?”
I smirked as I climbed up to meet her, nestling between her legs. “Nope, I never wear panties either.”
A little laugh passed her lips before I kissed her silent.
Her shirt was still hitched up to her collarbone, giving me all the room to touch her that I wanted, so I did, my lips against hers as I squeezed and cupped, thumbed and twisted until her hips were rocking under me.
Her arms were around my neck, the ice cream dripping down my back from the cone still in her hand, and after a minute, she broke away and smiled.
“Roll over.”
I smiled back and did what she’d asked, stretching out in her bed, vulnerable, waiting for her to do what she wanted.
Our eyes were locked as she straddled me, though she didn’t lower her hips — she hovered above me, and I looked over every inch of her body that I could see.
She was a work of art — pale, pale skin covered in ink, purple hair and piercings, winged black liner that made her look like a cat, full, pouty lips that parted like she wanted to taste the world, starting with me.
Penny ran that ice cream across her collarbone — I touched her thighs: I had to touch her — and down her breast to circle her nipple. Then around the curve of her breast — God, I was so rock hard it hurt — down her ribs, and then lower still, dragging it over the hood of her clit.
I wanted to move, wanted to lick every part of her until she came, but before I could, she took that ice cream and dragged it up the length of my cock.
I hissed, the pleasure of touch and the icy-cold shock a mixture of sensations I hadn’t been ready for.
She brought the cone up to her smiling lips and bit off a chunk before hinging at the waist, angling for my cock. And without any more pretense, she wrapped her hand around my base, lifted me up, and slid me into her mouth, dropping down until I hit the back of her throat.
I drew a shuddering breath with one hand on her shoulder and the other cupping the back of her head as her hot tongue dragged a lump of freezing cold ice cream up my shaft and down. And then, she bobbed her head again, sliding back down.
My fingers tightened in her hair — I wanted to slam into her mouth until I came, but I closed my eyes, trying to breathe.
Closing my eyes made it worse.
Over and over again she took the length of me, humming and sighing through her nose, eyes closed, long lashes against her cheeks, purple hair in my hands, her body rolling and shifting like its only mission was to make me come.
My cock flexed in her mouth, and I squeezed her shoulder in warning.
She let me go and crawled up my body — apparently she didn’t want me to come yet either.
I sat up to meet her halfway, and my hands holding her jaw, tilting her head so I could get deep into her mouth, wanting to take her. I twisted to guide her onto her back, and when I broke away, her mouth hung open like it didn’t know I was gone.
I reached off the edge of the bed for my jeans and growled, “Take your shirt off, Penny.”
She opened her eyes lazily, ice cream cone somehow still in her hand, and half-reached for the nightstand. “Condom,” she murmured.
“I’ve got it. Now take your fucking shirt off.” I ripped the packet open and slipped that fucker on so fast it was a blur of hands and motion before she was shirtless, the ice cream had disappeared, and I was between her legs again, resting at the tip of her heat for a moment as we stared at each other.
“Oh God. Do it,” she begged.
I flexed with a moan, and her head lolled to the side. I pulled out and flexed again, slipping in even easier as my lips found trails of ice cream on her body and licked her clean. Then again my hips pumped, and I hit the end with a jolt that ran up her thigh, jerking her leg. I grabbed that leg and pushed it open wider, spreading my own legs to get low, and when I slammed into her, her breasts jostled.
She gasped, head kicking back into the bed.
“God, Penny,” I huffed. “I could fuck you all day. All night.”