She was a bit messy with the spoon and a bit escaped onto the side of his month. Laughing, she pulled him to her and kissed it off of him. "You are so fucking hot," he groaned. That was exactly what she needed to hear. Taking another spoonful of ice cream, she moved to straddle him. Ice cream still in her mouth, she went to kiss him and pushed the ice cream into his mouth. Molding his hands to her hips, his tongue dipped into her mouth. Ice cream did wonders for morning breath. Bowl forgotten next to her, she started kissing his neck, and he moved his hands under her shirt to cup her breasts. They both stilled at the sound of movement from Dave's room. Meeting each other's eyes in silent agreement, Becka grabbed the ice cream in one hand and his hand in the other and pulled him back to her room. Pushing him onto her bed, she pulled his shirt off of him. Then straddling him, bowl of melted ice cream in hand, she held the spoon out over his chest letting drips pool onto him.
