THE FINAL BITE

The hottest day of the year occurred in the middle of the summer. He was certain that the summer gods were out to make his life as unpleasant as possible. His car and apartment lost their air conditioning in three days. The fact that he had to dress in a suit and tie every day and that his office's air conditioning broke only made matters worse. He couldn't stop thinking about the pint of pistachio gelato in the freezer all day. He allowed himself only one indulgence while preparing for an impending ultra-endurance cycling competition.

He peeled off his sweat-soaked clothes as soon as he got home and went straight to the shower. His body washed in cool water, which helped to relieve his back and neck pain. He quickly wiped himself off after stepping out of the shower. He didn't bother wearing clothes because it was so hot. He halted when he got close to the kitchen.

What the hell, he exclaimed in shock.

He was with his girlfriend, who was on the sofa. He didn't notice her when he first entered the house since he was so preoccupied with going to the shower. She was donning a cami crop top that matched her red skirt with a yellow flower design. He adored that ensemble. She was donning it when they first met. She sat on the couch with the skirt pushed up past her mid-thigh, showing her beautiful legs even though it was almost ankle length. But he was startled out of his daydream when he noticed the gelato in her palm.

What the hell, he cried out. Tell me that isn't your pistachio gelato, please.

She gave him a sheepish look. "Love, I'm sorry. Did you intend to consume this?"

Exasperated, he asked, "Was I going to eat that?" "Damn! I've been anticipating that gelato all day. What is still left?"

She cautiously turned to face him after looking down at the nearly empty container since she knew the response she was about to deliver wouldn't be well accepted. He was naked in front of her, and he looked magnificent, so that distracted her attention. In the dwindling afternoon light, the sweat on his body made him shimmer and glow. Although his ass and legs had always been magnificent, his new exercises toned his upper body and made his chest and abs fully visible.

Greetings, he said.

She awoke from her reverie. "What is still left? Well, there's just one bite left."

He cut her off by asking, "Only one bite?"

"Yes. Do you understand what it means when someone gives you their last taste, though? It represents genuine affection."

"Ah, true love. I owned the gelato. What do you have to give me that I already had?"

The words were spoken in jest. That indicated that despite his dissatisfaction with the ice cream, he was still in a lighthearted mood. She understood right away what she needed to do to make it up to him.

She waved her palm in the air and scoffed at his technicalities. "Come on in." He was signaled to take a seat next to her. He paused before advancing to the couch. He sat with a slight space between them on purpose. She acted against him without being phased by the attempt to spite her. Her suspicion that he was really hard was confirmed when she quickly glanced at his crotch. She wasn't expecting how hot she was getting from his body heat, which was coming off of him in waves. She had to summon all of her energy to restrain herself from removing her clothing and mounting him.

Her mouth was barely above his thanks to the way she angled her body. Her gaze was fixed on his lips.

She paused to lick her lips before saying, "Giving you this last taste of gelato." His lips split and trembled just a little. It's a true testament to my affection, says I. She said, "... and I'm going to show you," while looking right into his eyes.

She got up from the couch, went to the front door, and came back with a pair of bare, lace-up, high-heeled sandals. When he saw the shoes, his eyes lit up, and she knew she had him. She made sure to draw her skirt up to her hips and show the entire length of her legs as she sat down on the coffee table across from him. She laced the sandal onto her right leg in a slow, sensual motion. He could see she wasn't wearing any underwear as she moved to the left leg, lifted her skirt up to her waist, and parted her legs. He immediately leaned forward out of reflex.

She answered with a mischievous smirk, "Whoa, baby." Remain seated. He complied grudgingly. She completed tying the other sandal's laces. She then took the ice cream carton, spread his legs, and knelt in front of him.

You can't touch me for this first phase, she said. "Please, keep your hands off the couch." He only gave a simple affirmative and amusing nod. At this time, the gelato was entirely melted, but she wanted it that way. She poured a few drops of liquid on his left nipple and watched as it ran down his chest. She then meticulously licked up each track of gelato, beginning with his abdomen. His sweat's saltiness blended flawlessly with the ice cream's sweetness. She couldn't help but beam a joyous smile. She circled his nipple many times with her tongue before covering its peak with her mouth. He groaned with delight as he flung back his head.

She gave him a little serving of the gelato after licking and tickling his nipple. He rubbed his eyes together and savored the moment he had been anticipating all day. She ate some of the gelato while his eyes were closed, pinned him down with her hands, and gave him a kiss. Gelato spilled into his mouth as she protruded her tongue.

It felt familiar. He had just lately been persuaded to allow her to kiss him while holding his cum in her mouth. She was brought right back to that time by the warm, creamy, salty-sweet flavor. In her mouth, he entered. She couldn't help but swallow some of the cum because there was so much of it. Then they started to kiss. She was so hot she couldn't believe it. She was about to have an orgasm as she rubbed her crotch. She suddenly became aware of the moment and realized she had been touching her clitoral area and was about to have an orgasm.

Not quite yet, she told herself.

He still wanted to kiss her, but she drew away and got to her feet. Deep longing and yearning burned in his eyes. The remainder of the gelato was poured just below her belly button as she sat down at the table and pushed her skirt up to her chest. She was able to see how rock-hard he was as he watched it drip between her legs.

"At this point, for the second phase, you can touch me."