A bright afternoon sun bathed the small urban center with its warmth. Locals strolled along the square, the air buzzed with laughter and occasional music from nearby cafes. I was twenty-two, caught in the zest of strength and love. My thoughts centered on the surprise I’d prepared for my girlfriend. However, a subtle doubt crossed my mind. We never tried this. Will she like it?

Lost in this thought, a mouthwatering aroma of peppery oregano and melted cheese tickled my nose. I realized my own hunger and decided to get a box of pizza. In a separate bag, was her favorite ice cream. I made sure it wouldn't melt anytime soon. After all, what better way to celebrate love than with food? To my surprise, a familiar voice called me out. It was a friend from the bar where we often played pool.

“What a surprise! Let's go grab a drink?” His face lit up with a welcoming grin and raised eyebrows.

“I’d love to, but I'm in a bit of a rush.”

“Come on, you wouldn't turn down a drink with a friend, would you?”

“I'm sorry, but next time, I promise. I owe you one.” I said, a little ashamed I had to turn him down. Despite his protests, I couldn't go with him. Not today.

Juggling the pizza box and ice cream, I entered my humble apartment on the third floor. I set the food on the kitchen counter and paused for a moment to reflect. This had been my home for nine months. In these rooms, we shared many intimate moments. A year ago, on our first night, she confessed that she wasn't a virgin. 

"Already? You certainly didn't waste any time," I joked. But seeing her cheeks blush, I reassured her, “I don’t mind, babe.” That night she surrendered to me, and… Unexpectedly, my phone rang and snapped me back to the present.

“I'm done with today’s classes,” she said.

“Perfect timing, the surprise is ready.”

“What is it, please tell me, tell me!”

“Be patient, you'll find out.” I felt excitement in her voice.

“Ok, I’ll be there in twenty minutes.” Now her tone changed to slightly disappointed.

I took the opportunity to tidy up the apartment. Just as I finished, a soft knock on the door, barely louder than a whisper, caught my attention. Swinging it open, there she was. Pretty as always. A beautiful smile and brown eyes filled with excitement to see me.

Standing short, her head just reaching my chin, with waves of brown hair cascading past the shoulders. There was a girly charm about her. At eighteen years old, she balanced the line between innocence and womanhood. A subtle shyness, and often without makeup. Just how I like it. She wore loose jeans and a shirt. Both were unable to hide her curves. 

“Hey, come in, You weren't daydreaming about me in the class, were you?” 

“A little,” she chuckled, stepping into the lengthy hallway. I placed my hands on her hips and pressed my lips to hers. She wrapped her hands around me, deepening the connection.

“Let's leave something for later.” I took her backpack and dropped it next to the bed, it made a loud thud.

“What are you carrying in here?” I said as we sat on the bed across from each other.

“It was a long day; we had to run in physical education class,” her voice weary.

“You, running?” I couldn't help but chuckle, teasing her.

“Yes, me running!” she made a sarcastic angry expression.

“By the way, I got us a pizza, and I know you won't refuse,” I teased her again before stepping out of the room. Upon return with the pizza box in which two slices were already missing, the result of my earlier hunger.

“Pizza!” she said, her eyes sparkling with delight forgiving my previous jokes.

“It's still warm; here is a slice,” I said, taking a deep breath of the melted cheese and sauce aroma.

"Mmm, that smells amazing."

Soon, the pizza box was empty. 
“And now, for my favorite dish,” I said with a naughty grin, as I slid my hand over her thighs. My fingers gravitated toward the source of her feminine essence. She released a soft gasp, eyes widening with a mix of surprise and arousal. Hand in hand, we found ourselves on the plush bathroom carpet.

I slowly unbuttoned my shirt revealing the ink on my body. She removed her clothes as well. Her body was a silky canvas that longed to be explored. Two soft breasts, ineffectively trying to oppose gravity, bouncing gently with her every movement. Her hips made an alluring slope for the waist. The belly oasis, with a delicate belly button in the center, waiting for my fingers to find it. Her bottom had the perfect shape, curved like a ripe peach, and her thighs were warm and soft, inviting me to linger between them and enjoy the warmth and sweetness of her most intimate flower. In the love of our embrace, our lips met again, expressing warmth and passion. We enjoyed the connection for a moment which seemed like it would last forever.

“Come, let’s shower,” I suggested while tracing my finger along the contour of her ear.

“Together?”

"Yes, babe, wait for me.” In a few seconds, I was back from the kitchen with an ice cream on a stick. "Surprise!" I said, expecting that the idea made as much sense to her as it did to me.

“Eating ice cream?” She raised an eyebrow, unsure of the idea. 

“I will eat it off of you,” I said with a smile.

“Then I want to try it too.” Her hesitation faded as I stepped in and joined her.

From the showerhead, water splashed onto our nude bodies and the bathroom floor. Embraced and slick with water, we giggled as we licked the ice cream enjoying the different flavors that each side had. I squeezed her breasts, the size of them as if they were made for my hands. The nipples hardened, and the areolas expanded. 

“I want to try the flavor on your side,” she said with lips and mouth messy from ice cream.

“Oh, I will give you something even better,” I whispered as I pulled her towards me, her breasts against my chest.

I licked the sweet vanilla flavor from her lips. Her breath quickened, and unable to resist the arousal, she offered me tongue to play with. Our tongues mingled, tasting each other's, along with the chocolate and vanilla flavors. The only reminder of the time was the few drops dripping on my hand.

I smeared the ice cream all over her breasts, leaving just enough for my next surprise. The cool sensation created an intense contrast to the warmth of her skin. My tongue tickled her nipples, circled them, as her body yielded to my touch. I couldn't help but wonder what the taste of her delicate flower would be. My curiosity soon took me on a journey to find out. On the way, I got sidetracked by the softness of the belly button. But soon, I reached the tender folds of her outer lips.

The warmth and the distinctive taste of them awakened an intense lust in me. I grabbed and squeezed her butt cheeks, creating a support for me to go deeper. I explored her inner folds, kissing, licking, and sucking on them. Obsessed. Going deeper with every lick, tasting her, listening to her moans; my tongue twirling, teasing the sweet spot. The enticing scent of her feminine essence was driving me insane. With her hand gripping my shoulder for support, she guided my movements in ways that left me breathless. I had been enjoying her juices, but I hadn't realized my own arousal. As I stood up, taking a moment to catch my breath and wipe my mouth, I noticed my erection. 

“It’s poking my belly.” She giggled, playing with my balls already.

“Your turn now,” I said, as I smeared the last bits of ice cream onto the head of my manhood. I pressed her shoulders downwards. Without hesitation, she got on her knees, using both hands to please me. As we held the gaze, she kissed its head, her tongue swirling around it. I arched my back, enjoying the sensation of her touch. 

“How does it taste babe?”

“Like... Choco… late,” she said, mouth full, enjoying the mixed flavors. Her head moved back and forth as her lips and hands slid along my shaft.

“Don't use hands,” I said as I led them around my thighs.

She licked the ice cream dripping off my balls, and I played with her hair and messed it up completely. Her eyes never left mine as she took it whole into her mouth again. Lips wrapped tightly around it, creating an enveloping warmth that sent shivers down my spine. With each passing minute, I felt my pleasure building up.

“I’m getting close” I said as I lifted her into my embrace, kissing the hair, letting her catch breath.

Her head tucked into my chest, while her nipples teased my belly. After a few minutes, we gathered our energy for the main act, and I guided her into a standing doggy position. Holding herself with both hands by the edge of the bathtub, bent over. The thought of entering her from behind awakened a powerful urge in me. Her ass right in front of me, provoking me, I slapped her ass cheeks.

“You like it?”

“Oh, yes!”

This time I slapped harder; three slaps in quick succession caused her to moan louder. Seeing her ass cheeks turn a light shade of pink, my erection got even harder. I started thrusting inside her, my hands holding her hips. We moved together in a perfect rhythm. 

“Harder!” she yelled.

Her cheeks were now red, as my penis was going all the way. Slamming into her. I grabbed her by the shoulders. My fingers held firm. I continued to thrust. We now moved in a frenzied rhythm. Her moans grew louder, and her hips pushed back to meet my every thrust. We were both soaked in sweat. I felt my orgasm was near. It grew more powerful. 

“Come here!” I grabbed her arm.

She swiftly got on her knees, knowing what to expect. My pulsating penis in her face. A sudden explosion. My body tensed. Muscles strained. Exhausted. Surge of warm stream. I watch, breathless, as she receives my load into her mouth and swallows every drop without a word. I took her into the embrace, kissing her hair. As the excitement of our lust faded, replaced by a satisfying laughter, we went back to the bedroom and collapsed onto the bed. Emotions still in the air; our bodies warm and slick with sweat. Her head listened to the beat of my heart. Cuddled together, she kissed my chest and said, “Thank you. I’ve had a wonderful orgasm.”