8. Popsicle Delight
Roswell char. not mine.

Originally titled "Beating the Heat Off"

God it was hot!

Ninety degrees in the shade and no relief in site.

The fans around the house were only blowing hot air. In an effort to be comfortable, Liz had stripped down to a tank top and a tong.

She settled on the loveseat, cooling off with a cherry Popsicle, and waited for Max to get out of the shower.

When she heard the shower shut off, she knew he would be down soon. She relaxed back on the loveseat, and spread herself out seductively.

Placing the Popsicle teasingly between her lips. Watching the stairs, waiting for his descent. Smiling to herself as she thought of ways to combat the heat.

Halfway down the stairs, Max could see her sprawled on the loveseat.

Liz gazed into his eyes, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

Her tank top was already sweaty, clinging to her chest, and her hot pink tong left little to the imagination.

“What a beautiful sight.” he said, smiling that big smile she loved. “That Popsicle looks good enough to eat.”

“Come down and have a lick.” she offered, sucking on the Popsicle.

“Of the Popsicle?” Max asked.

“Unhuh.” she teased.

In the 5 seconds it took him to reach her, her nipples were hard with anticipation. Pressing against the material of her white tank top, the rosy color showing through.

When he leaned down, Liz thought he was going to kiss her. Instead he licked the Popsicle, taking it from her hand, and smiled.

“Yum, cherry is my favorite flavor.” Max teased.

“I’ll have to remember that.” Liz laughed.

Reaching down he swiftly pulled up her top. Exposing her turgid nipples in one quick motion.

Smiling, Max placed the cold Popsicle against her nipple.

Liz shivered as the freezing cold ice touched her hot skin, her nipple hard, and sticky with Popsicle juice.

Moving the Popsicle to the other nipple, Max gently placed his mouth on the already frozen nipple. The warmth of his tongue against her freezing nipple was ecstasy.

Liz moaned loudly, pulling his head closer to her breasts. Squirming to press herself against his hard cock.

“You taste wonderful.” Max whispered. “Cherry is a good flavor for you.”

Licking the other nipple, Max moved his hand down her belly. Caressing her flesh softly.

He sat up and grinned wickedly at her, before taking the Popsicle and making little circles on her belly.

Liz gasped at the cold, writhing underneath his hand.

When Max finished drawing on her with the Popsicle, he leaned over and traced the picture with his tongue.

Long, slow licks lapping up the sticky Popsicle mess.

Liz giggled as his tongue tickled the soft spot above her hip.

“This Popsicle is melting pretty fast, we better finish it off.” Max growled, ripping off her very wet tong.

Spreading her legs, licking her inner thigh, Max held the dripping Popsicle over the tangled fur covering her pussy, red juice running between the lips, cold and wet.

He placed the melting tip of the Popsicle on her clit, causing her to cry out in surprise and clamp her knees around him.

Liz lost control when Max moved the Popsicle to her opening, the remainder melting quickly away as it came into contact with her very hot pussy.

“Hmmm, I’ve made quite a mess down here.” He chuckled. “Guess I should clean it up.”

“Please.” Was all Liz could manage, feeling too flushed to say anything else.

Teasing her clit with his finger, Max moved his tongue slowly down her snatch. Pausing to lick up the sticky Popsicle, before plunging his tongue into her aching pussy.

Her hips bucked wildly, grinding her pussy against his tongue.

He moved his mouth to her clit, sucking on it gently, feeling it grow hard between his teeth.

Liz was moaning wildly, unable to control my desire.

"OOOOhhhhhh yes! Baby! More! Ohhh.....Ohhhhh....... ahhhhhhh.....Faster Max! Ohhhh Faster!

His tongue fucked her pussy, moving in and out faster. Reaching up, his fingers flicked and teased her nipples.

Liz thrashed, gripping his head and pulling it closer.

Moving between her clit and her hole, his tongue drove her insane with passion.

Liz felt the fire within her building, knew she was so close to cumming.

Max began concentrating his tongue on her clit, knowing exactly what to do to drive her over. Circling it with his tongue, sucking on it.

Liz screamed, her body shaking, as her orgasm hit her.
Trembling as she came hard against his mouth. Her juice combined with the Popsicle making his chin and mouth sticky.

“Wow honey, I think I need another shower to wash off all this sticky stuff.” Max laughed.

“You know, I was thinking the same thing.” she replied, grabbing his hand, and heading back upstairs.

Liz smiled to herself, thinking of all the wonderful things she could do with the soap, and her mouth.

Paybacks can be fun, as you were about to find out. After all the temperature is still hot!