Strawberries and Cream 🍓
One-shot

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I couldn't contain myself.

The excitement was bubbling up inside of me, threatening to boil over any minute.

I'd been looking forward to this all week. Ever since I caught my first glimpse, peeking through the frosted window of my local store on Monday. I was only stopping by for a loaf of bread and pint of milk when I noticed the new additions being set to task behind the counter. They appeared rock solid, built to please, built to last, and absolutely mouth watering to look at. I had stopped by again on both Wednesday and Friday, buying menial items such as kitchen roll and soap as an excuse to check out the new eye-candy. I couldn't have been more obvious if I tried.

It was now Saturday and I couldn't resist the pull I felt any longer. I had nothing else to do and they had consumed my thoughts as I lay in bed all day. By late afternoon I had decided to go in once more, choose the first one I laid eyes on, unable to choose between them as they were almost identically desirable, and take them back with me.

So I did just that.

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Half an hour later I found myself sitting before this gorgeous specimen, licking my lips in anticipation. I knew I wasn't the only one absolutely desperate for this scenario to play out.

I had hastily removed and thrown away those barriers separating me from my love, leaving only one in my way.

I lovingly peered back at the object of my affection, the large bulge contained within that thin layer prominent, demanding my sole attention.

I slowly peeled away the last remaining roadblock between us, relishing in the anticipation of that first sweet taste, the first smell, the first sight of it uncovered and in all its dark pink glory.

Discarding the offending material that kept me from my sweet guilty pleasure, I lightly danced my fingers along its length, sweeping my thumb and forefinger around the hard yet silky expanse. I shivered as I toyed with thoughts of engulfing the whole thing in my mouth, quickly putting us both out of our misery and giving in to temptation.

But, no.

I would prolong this.

As torturous as it was to us both, I would not rush. I would savour every touch, every lick and every suck. I had, after all, been fantasising about this each and every day since that first sighting.

I lightly held the base between the same thumb and forefinger, my eyes shining in obvious admiration, as it was brought closer to my mouth, or as I lowered my mouth towards it. Either way, it was in front of my eager mouth.

I licked my dry lips. Just a taste. One excruciatingly slow, deliciously long lick. That would satisfy us for now, I convinced myself. I convinced myself I could tease us both for an exceptionally long time, make this last all night, until we were both begging to be put out of our blissful misery.

It wasn't enough. One taste. It could never be enough.

The moment my tongue swept across the silky smooth surface I was lost. Lost in pleasure, lost in the moment, lost completely to sin.

I tasted every inch, swirling my tongue around, sucking lightly. A soft moan left my lips. Wetness pooled. I had been unprepared for the desire rushing through me, sparks flying through my body like tiny jolts of electricity piercing my skin.

I once again swirled my fingers around the familiar path, gathering a sticky substance on my way. I popped my fingers in my mouth and moaned as the concentrated taste bled onto my tongue. I slowly dragged my teeth over the surface, unwilling to risk nipping or grazing any harder.

I finally popped the whole thing in my mouth, allowing it to fill me up, my cheeks resembling a hamsters as I groaned at the fullness. I allowed it to leave my mouth before pulling it back in once again, greedy for the feelings it sparked whilst it left me breathless.

I slowly dragged my mouth from it, making a resounding 'pop' as it did, leaving a trail of saliva trailing between us. I lazily made a figure of eight whilst flattening out my tongue, allowing the strong taste to bleed directly onto the expanse of my tongue. I traced this circuit over and over, occasionally forking my tongue instead of flattening... just to mix it up.

I knew that the time was coming. This tryst would soon finish; there could be no denying it.

With a few more long languished sucks and a few delicate nibbles I felt the inevitable end approach. The warm creamy liquid began seeping into my mouth as I moaned and greedily guzzled it down, lapping up any drops that had escaped.

I could never give this up. This could not be a one time only thing. On some level I had known. I had known going into this that I could never quit after one taste.

But my dance with the devil was over for now.

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The dazed-fog in my head began to clear and I slowly gazed around the small café I had chosen as the background for my illicit affair. I grinned at the handsome blonde sitting beside me, hooded blue eyes piercing my own.

I chuckled and raised a brow, tossing the stick on the table to join its' wrapper. My coffee long forgotten about.

I smirked at the stranger who would soon be buying me a fresh cup... and possibly breakfast.

"See something you liked?"

I had fallen from grace for a delicious taste of strawberries and cream. Screw my dentist Dad, he'll never keep me from my sweet love again.

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A/N
So, who figured this one out? And who thought of someone they probably shouldn't have? 😏

I know there's a few tootsie-roll and lollipop stories out there, but I just had to write this cheeky chap after having my favourite lolly taken off me by my OH. Needless to say, I fleshed out his stellar reasoning and here we are.

- Ellie 💋

Disclaimer
The unedited images used throughout belong to their rightful owners, not me.
The plot, however, is 100% pure StallingInWonderland real-life madness and I don't appreciate anyone else claiming it as their own.  Go find your own brand of crazy.