“Oh, good boy. You like ice cream, don’t you? Oh, my, some of the ice cream has melted inside my body. Could you help get that out?” They were both laughing so hard, Molly thought she was going to fall off the chair. Bart’s tongue was inside her body, expertly lapping away at exactly the right place.
“How about a little chocolate and caramel to go with the ice cream?” She turned the bowls upside down so the chocolate and caramel dripped onto the ice cream, some of it landing on his face.
Molly dramatically squealed and moaned her appreciation for what his tongue and mouth were doing. “Oooh, that feels so good, cowboy. This isn’t your first rodeo, is it?”
He didn’t answer, continuing to devour the special treat.
“And maybe some toppings?” She started dropping nuts and sprinkles on the concoction.
His face was completely smeared with ice cream, chocolate, caramel, and whipped cream. She had her hands on the back of his head, pressing his face into the sweet mess between her legs. The ice cream was melting all over the chair, running down her legs, and making the seat of the chair slippery. Bart wasn’t missing a lick.
Finally, he looked up, laughing.
She said, “Kiss me, you fool.”
And they had the messiest, most delicious kiss a man and a woman ever shared, both bodies slathered with the mess they’d created.
It was back in the shower to clean up, squirt bottles back in play for the head to toe scrub. They stepped out and dried off. As had become their custom, he held the blow dryer fluffing her hair while, on her knees, she worked his erection with her mouth.
“Ok,nowyou can put the condom on.”
Once installed, she took his hand and walked him into the bedroom. She got on the edge of the bed on all fours, presenting her rear to him.
“Okay, cowboy, there appear to be two options there. Unfortunately, the upper option is currently not available. Your only option is the one below.”
He chuckled. Standing next to the bed, he put his hand between her legs, massaging gently to ensure she was ready.
“Yes, that’s the only available option today.” She paused as he continued to prepare her body with his hand.
“I know men like it from behind, so this is your big chance, cowboy. Enjoy, and thank you for Ginger.”
He moved to her entrance and gently pushed. She moaned until he was buried as deeply as her body would allow. She sputtered, “Oh my God. That’s so amazing.”
Molly held steady on all fours as he started stroking. With his left hand, he cupped her left breast while the fingers of his right hand pressed firmly on her place. The thrusts were at first slow and methodical, then harder and deeper, until he was pounding aggressively, her body receptive.
Molly braced herself. This was not her favorite position, but she was doing this for him. He was a big, powerful man, feet firmly planted on the ground. His hands were on her exactly where she wanted them, and he was really putting it to her. She wiggled her bottom as best she could from her compromised position, pushing back when he pushed forward. He was in as deep as a man could go, and it felt good, the pressure of the thick shaft completely filling her. His two fingers on her special place were getting more and more important. Her heart pounding, she was gasping for breath, squealing and moaning, her entire body on fire as she felt the end approach. Finally, he paused and pressed deep when she felt his release, a powerful explosion inside. Groaning, she authorized her first contraction, and the two bodies synchronized into a long, beautiful finish. He stayed inside until the final pulses.
She moved to the pillow while he dispensed with the condom before joining her on the bed, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. She snuggled into his side, draping her leg over his, resting her head on his shoulder.
She whispered, “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate Ginger. That was so incredibly thoughtful of you. What we just did was goofy and fun and is not a measure of my gratitude. That was just a playful gesture of thanks in a way I hope you never forget. Because I’m never going to forget this gift.”
She knew he wasn’t going to say anything. He didn’t talk during or after sex. She didn’t need for him to say anything.
His actions had said it all.
Bear was sitting in the doorway watching them cuddle on the bed, emitting periodic whines and the occasional bark. Had he watched the bathroom dessert extravaganza? He had ice cream on his chops. Had he watched them have sex in his favorite position? Whatever, it didn’t matter. He wasn’t happy. This whole situation of Shadow the and pups not being there was distressing.
“How would you feel about us taking Bear down to see Shadow and the pups?”
“I’d like to see the pups too.”
“Okay, then.”
They drove the open air Jeep about fifteen minutes to Julianne’s Dog Training School, pulling into the parking lot. Bear’s nose was in the air. There were lots of dogs and lots of pups and the smells must have been overwhelming. Could he smell Shadow and the pups? He was excited about something. Bart had been repeating that they were going to see Shadow, so he was pumped.
He was on the ground barking excitedly the minute the Jeep stopped. Julianne came out to greet them.
“Julianne, this is Bear, the father of Shadow’s pups, and this is Bart, Bear’s owner.”
