Brownies & Ice Cream

I was eating my after dinner brownie, standing up, leaning against the kitchen counter. I enjoyed my sweets more if I was standing, something along the lines of rewarding myself for not being lazy. I know it would have been healthier for me to wash my brownie down with a glass of milk, but instead I eat a bowl of ice cream too. It's dairy, it has calcium.
It's my nightly ritual. Microwave myself a brownie so it's nice and warm and scoop some vanilla ice cream on top of that. The ice cream melts and makes the brownie nice and soft. Drizzle some chocolate sauce on top, and it's just pure deliciousness.
So here I was, unwinding with the aid of copious amounts of sweet. I was standing at the island in our kitchen, an elbow on the counter top, resting my head on my hand, my hip slightly popped out. The main kitchen lights were off, just the range light was on. It gave off a soft glow, the right amount of light for one to enter into a sugar coma. I was concentrating on my brownie-ice cream orgy in it's stoneware bowl on my beautiful black granite counter top, when suddenly someone lightly placed their arms around me and gently pressed up against me.
Oh yea, I almost forgot I had a husband.
"Hey, baby." I love the way he calls me 'baby.'
He ran a hand under my shirt, up my back. After all these years, he still managed to give me goosebumps. Or maybe it was because I was eating ice cream in a babydoll.
"Hi, honey." I smiled. Half to my spoon full of mushy brownie, half to my husband's touch. "How was work?"
"The usual. Nearly get crushed my a loading machine, get nasty old God knows what liquid all over me. Sorry about missing dinner."
His hand slid back down my back and over my hip. I knew he just wanted to feel my hip bone. It was little more than his own personal love handle, and not the fat kind.
"No need to apologize." I shoveled more ice cream in my mouth. "You reeked something fierce. I don't think I would have been able to stomach dinner if you had waited a minute longer to shower." I forced myself to swallow the ice cream. The memory of the stench nearly overwhelmed me.
"Oh, ha ha ha." His hand shifted slightly. I knew he planned on turning me around. I grabbed my bowl up in my hand. "You know I don't always come home smelling like this, so shush."
"Mm-hmm." I murmured. It's kind of hard to speak with a spoonful of yummy in your mouth. "But when you do, it's bad."
Sure enough, he flicked his wrist, and around I went. I still had the spoon in my mouth.
"Silence, you. At least I don't come to bed smelling like thi--"
In an attempt to end his yammering I shoved some of the last pieces of brownie in his mouth.
"Are you done yet? I'm trying to eat my brownie in peace." I cocked my head and popped my hip and gave him my best cute 'tude look.
He took the spoon from my hand. "Trying to eat your brownie in peace, huh?" He dug deep, to the bottom of the bowl where the melted ice cream held rogue brownie crumbs hostage -- my favourite part. "It looks like you're pretty much done." He motioned that he was going to eat it. I could see a glob hanging off the bottom of the spoon. halfway between his mouth and the bowl he turned to spoon and brought it towards me. I opened my mouth to receive the spoon and just when I felt the cold air of the semi frozen ice cream, I felt a cold drop on my chest. Before I could begin to taste and enjoy the contents of the spoon, my dear husband was already working on cleaning me up.
He had put the spoon back in the bowl, and with one hand still on my hip bone, and the other cradling my head, he leaned down to lick the offending food puddle off my chest. I took advantage of his stretched and exposed neck and drizzled some ice cream down the length of his neck. The heat from his body quickly melted the residual frozen bits of ice cream. I quickly put the bowl down and pulled him closer to me. I stood up on my tip toes and began lapping up the rapidly melting ice cream, starting from his shoulder up. Except I didn't stop at his jaw, I kept going up to his ear lobe. I felt him shudder under my touch but it didn't stop me. I knew my nibbling on his ear drove him crazy, and sure enough he had reached his braking point. His hands slid down to the back of my thighs, grabbed and picked me up, and placed me on the counter top. The granite was cold under my legs, but warmed quickly. I nibbled my way down his jaw line to his lips. I playfully licked his lower lip while he nipped at my tongue. I pressed my forehead against his and we locked eyes for a long moment. Without saying a word he told me how much he wanted me, needed me, and most of all, loved me. I nuzzled him a little longer and then kissed him. Softly at first, slowly adding more passion. His hands moved to the top of my thighs and then to my back and butt. In one smooth movement he slid my panties down and off. My hands flew up the front of his shirt, feeling his muscular chest. He bent my head to the side, half guiding with one hand, half nudging with his face. I felt him gently sucking on my neck, licking, biting, kissing. His breath was hot on my skin. It drove me crazy. I reached down to the small of his back and dropped his pants. I grabbed his firm piece in my hand and began to stroke it. He pulled me closer to the edge of the counter top, he left a hand on my back and brought the other down my side, my hip, to between my legs. I felt his fingers probing me, feeling their way between my nether lips, the combination of pressure and juices causing me to release a slight gasp despite my best efforts to contain it.
I manoeuvered my head and neck to be face to face to him again. I wrapped my legs around him to pull him closer to me and kissed him deeply. He took his hand out from inside me and placed both his hands on my hips. I pulled him closer with my legs and opened myself to him, gently guiding him as he slowly entered me.
For the next 20 minutes, it was just us; me, him, and our love. Nothing else mattered. When we were both done I closed my eyes and nestled my head at the base of his neck, hugging him close, kissing his neck softly, while he did the same, softly stroking my hair.
After an appropriate amount of time, he asked if I wanted some brownie, while I asked if he wanted some ice cream.