He swipes his thumb across the corner of her lips then brings it to his mouth. "Yum, caramel sauce," he says and smiles. She puts the spoon down in the mostly empty bowl of ice cream. "Yes, I added a bit. Just couldn't resist!" She smiles over at him. "Did it taste good?"

"Lemme check..." he leans towards her kissing the spot he had just swiped. "Mmmm...YOU taste good." She giggles at the mock leer in his voice and looks at him adoringly. "It's so very thick and decadent," she goes on. "Almost sinful...."

"You're decadent," he says moving closer to her, taking the bowl of ice cream from her and dropping it carelessly on the coffee table. "And sinful," guiding her to lie back on the couch and moving over her.

"We're sinful," she counters, then pulls him down onto her when he hesitates, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Both their lips sticky, the creamy flavor is shared between them as they kiss. Hands grabbing at clothes, shirts over heads, pants unbuckled and loosened, clothes pushed down, pushed up, pulled off.

They lie together naked for a moment savoring the warmth of the Sunday afternoon and the heat of skin on skin. Fingers stroking, caressing. A touch of lips here and there, a playful bite on a sunkissed shoulder.

"All mine?" he whispers in her ear and nuzzles her neck.

"All yours," she whispers back a smile in her voice.

He pins her wrists playfully above her head, holding them with one hand and using the other to trace a finger from lips to chin to neck. She closes her eyes as he kisses her forehead, exhaling lightly as his hand and fingers move down her body...neck, chest, stomach, down.

His kisses move downward as well, a quick peck on her nose, a bounce on her chin, before moving back up to her lips and kissing her the way he knew she loved to be kissed - fully, intensely, lustfully parting her lips with his tongue just as his fingers parts her between her thighs. Moaning into his mouth, she presses her body to his and lifts her hips, urging his fingers closer, deeper. Sliding easily back and forth, he raises his fingers and brings them to her lips, smearing her wetness over them, then licking it, kissing it off.

"You do taste so very good..." He moves, pressing his now hard cock against her ready sex.

"Better than caramel?" She asks blithely, opening for him.

"Better than caramel," he answers pushing into her.

The bowl clatters against the table rythmically, ice cream now melted, an errant drop spreading on the glass.

(Edited to stay true to original intent.)