A Bit of Cream

We only passed a couple of other people in the sleepy morning, most folks of this town probably deigning to sleep in if not going to work. I had the day off, which I rather relished, and with the prospect of spending it with Regina I was even grateful that I got up so early today.

She hurried into the apartment after me and headed straight for my little dining table. It was just a practical bit of affordable furniture that could technically seat four people if those seated didn’t mind tangling their legs together. The surface of it was quickly covered with the bags of ice cream and I smiled to myself hearing the impatient rustling sounds of Regina taking out her little pots of frozen treasure.

I sorted most of my groceries into my tall pantry and tossed the spare bags into the cupboards under the sink, then stuck the milk and eggs into the fridge. When I got back to my Goddess she had about two dozen tubs of ice cream, each one meant to serve one person the equivalent of maybe two large scoops, arranged on the table. I was armed with a spoon, which was the least I could do.

“Are you planning to eat all of these?” I had to ask, randomly picking up a pot of Salted Caramel Cookie Dough and regarding the little smiling sheep mascot on the label. Regina didn’t answer me immediately, instead she seemed to be searchingly arranging the pots into some kind of order. She grinned when she found what she was looking for.

“Chocolate,” she noted, putting that pot to one side. She snatched another one from the gathered flock, then put it next to that first specified tub. “Strawberry.” You looked at the two flavours she set aside. Technically they were Chocolate Chunk and Strawberry Sundae, but they were the signature browns and pinks. “Bubblegum Grape… and Sweet Green Tea!” That made four. She started taking off their lids. It was sort of fascinating to watch her work, and I wondered what she was going to do. Mix them all together? Eat a different flavour with every bite in some sort of strange flavour rotation? I offered her the spoon just to see what would happen, but she ignored it. She dipped two fingers into the surface of the first container and I didn’t even think about whether her hands were clean. She scooped up about a cherry-sized portion of ice cream, then smeared it on my cheek.

“Hey!” I was much too slow to dodge her unexpected attack, her arm movement so graceful and fluid. I blinked at the cold feeling of chocolate ice cream on my face and then Regina moved in on me. I was too muddled to prevent any of this, and had to let her run her soft wet tongue over my skin, leaving a pleasant warmth to replace that initial sting of frost. “That’s how you eat ice cream?” I managed to say, Regina smacking her lips and then humming as she pulled away.

“Mmmm…” It was either her confirming my question or just appreciating that rich hint of chocolate. I saw she had another scoop on her fingers now, some rosy Strawberry Sundae, and instead of bobbing and weaving I just stood there to be her ice cream canvas. She daubed it onto the side of my neck this time and I gasped, not expecting her to change spots. I was going to complain but she grabbed me by the waist and leaned in to lick her frosted deposit off. I shivered at the closeness, at the faintly floral smell of her hair, her hot breath, and that divine tongue sliding over my skin. The soft caress of her lips as she gently slurped my neck made me gently wet myself.

I tingled all over, feeling the air on the already drying spots of her spit on me. The possessive way she used me as her tasting tool had my blood rising. Bubblegum Grape was next and I found myself anticipating her. Wanting to know which part of my body she was going to mark now. My tits, it turned out. I felt it drip first then she pressed the small icy dollop onto the top of my cleavage with those fingers. I did my best not to fidget and she leaned in and kissed the creamy coldness on my soft flesh, that tongue slithering out and making sure I was nice and clean and warm again before she lifted her pretty head. My cheeks burned and my breath was panting, just a few sensual licks and I was already so damp I thought I might be leaking through to my jeans. Regina was not done, carving out a fingerful of Sweet Green Tea ice cream. She lifted my flannel then, exposing my stomach, and finally I found the use of my limbs and took a step back, blocking her with my arms.

“Whoa okay! That’s enough!” I said hurriedly. If I let her lick me there, or any lower, I was probably not going to get any proper food in my empty stomach for who knows how long. “Can I just eat something first before we… y’know… get to dessert?” This seemed to finally get through to her and she nodded.

“Oh right, you want some too don’t you?” she said, as if my need for sustenance had only just occurred to her. She didn’t seem to know what to do with the pale green ice cream oozing down her fingers, then decided to just ignore that for now and used her other hand to dip back into the Chocolate Chunk. I had to watch in stunned silence as she happily applied a smooth smear of it on her own face, starting from just below her cheek then down her jaw towards her chin. She jutted her chin out to me expectantly. And… I couldn’t help myself, drawn in to her offer with my mouth watering.

My hands were on her hips and I tried to imitate what she did to me, licking up the line of her jaw and tasting the runny chocolate flow onto my tongue. I paused to swallow, the flavour of it mixed with the salt of her skin made it the best ice cream I had ever tasted. She hummed pleasantly, and I needed more. Luckily there was. I lapped up to her cheek, then left a greedy kiss before slurping up my drool and pulling back. I was again left a little short of breath and blinked at the glossy trail my tongue had left behind on Regina’s perfect skin.

She reached for the Strawberry Sunday and I had to stop her, grabbing her wrist.

“Okay seriously… later, okay? I need to eat,” I told her, catching my breath. There was puzzlement on Regina’s perfect features but she put her arms down.

“You can eat ice cream,” she said, as if I was being the unreasonable one.

“Maybe an immortal love goddess can eat ice cream for breakfast, but us mere mortals need to include some other food groups,” I replied, inner child sulking. “You go ahead. But I’m going to make some toast or something.”

Regina frowned. She seemed confused on a number of things.

“Love goddess? Wait how can I eat ice cream without you?” she asked, and I was almost out of her clutches but had to stop when I remembered what I was gripping tightly in my hand.

“I got you a spoon.” I offered up the silver utensil but she only deepened her frown and regarded it with suspicion.

“What do you mean?”

Okay, she had to have been fucking with me now right? I sighed and decided to go along with the act. She looked so adorable when playing dumb. I picked up the tub of gently fingered chocolate ice cream and dug in the spoon.

“Open up,” I commanded, and Regina’s immediate obedience made my nethers warm. I put the hefty scoop of ice cream into her mouth and she closed her lips around it after an uncertain second. I twisted the spoon a little, drew it from her mouth and saw it was clean… then saw Regina trembling. She was staring at me, wide-eyed, then those hazel irises rolled up into the back of her head. She made a strange, almost obscene hum of pleasure from her throat and nearly threw her head back. There was a gulp and when she could focus her vision on me again she was almost gasping.

“Chocolate! That was… too much!” she breathed. She licked her lips, shook her head a little. She seemed shook in general. “It was… all over my tongue… chocolate! And… behind my teeth and the roof of my mouth and more chocolate! Melting…” Her eyes drifted away from me now and landed on the tub of intense deliciousness she just experienced. “You can just… eat spoonfuls of it?”

The emotions on display were at once amusing and worrying, but I reached for her hands, found one of them to be a bit sticky with melted ice cream, but wrapped her fingers around the spoon. She felt it in her grip and that seemed to anchor her, the Goddess’s breaths slowing.

“Do you need to sit down, Regina?” There was a nod and I guided her into a chair by the table of ice cream. She seemed apprehensive about the entire collection of little tubs before her, as if they might suddenly jump and attack, but she gradually dropped her shoulders and faced the partially unknown. I decided to just let her figure this out herself and stepped back to go to my kitchenette.

I put two slices of wholemeal bread into the toaster and contemplated scrambled eggs before fetching a bowl and returning to my fridge. There came a squeal of delight and I turned to Regina. She had her cheeks puffed, the tub of chocolate ice cream in one hand, a spoon in the other, and was kicking her feet with such unbridled joy I nearly died from the cuteness. Somehow I survived, and with the ring entity smiling and distracted, I finally made myself a proper breakfast.