Sufficiently pleased with her stillness, Sirius leant forward to clean up the mess on
her stomach before sitting back up and dribbling the frosty dessert against the already
tightened peaks of her breasts. The cold was shocking and had her letting out crisp mewling
noises that were quickly followed by breathy sobs as his hot mouth engulfed her chilled
nipple.
Twenty minutes and half a carton of ice cream later, Mia was shivering over the
intensity, very nearly weeping over the fact that not only would Sirius not let her move, but
he outright refused to allow her to come as well.
"Not until I'm finished," he had said and spooned the treat out of her navel, licked
it from between her breasts, savoured it off of the inside of her thighs, and even shared a
few bites with her, only to suck the last of the sweet drops from her tongue.
Finally, when she outright pleaded with him for release, Sirius pulled himself
between her literally creamy thighs. He hooked his forearms under her legs and gripped her
hips to hold her in place as he bathed her clit over and over again with his icy tongue, his
pressure firm and slow.
As Mia broke under his ministrations, crying out his name, she realised she would
never be able to look at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour the same way again.
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