Whipped Cream Topping

The trip to Jeri’s room was a short and uneventful one. She had snagged a can of whipped cream from the Dining Hall, and Ronon had followed her to the Lift, where he stood slightly behind her during the short journey. She could feel him eyeing her yet he said nothing. This was so unlike her previous encounters with men. Usually they would chatter away, trying to impress her with their sense of humor or intelligence. There was no doubt in her mind that the man behind her was intelligent, but a sense of humor…well the jury was definitely out on that one!

Jeri punched in the unlock key to her room, and stepped aside for Ronon to enter first. To her surprise, he remained standing where he was, until she finally realized that he had no intention of preceding her into the room. Sighing loudly, Jeri entered ahead of him, and then locked the door when he finally stepped inside.

Ronon slowly perused the room and its sparse furnishings. Jeri was watching his face and saw him cock his eyebrows slightly when his eyes slid over to the bed, which was by far the most dominating furnishing in the room. As a member of the Military, Jeri, was accustomed to living on the barest essentials, however, because of the large rooms afforded in Atlantis, she had splurged on her bed.

The double bed was covered in a dark red satin duvet, and topped with several large, fluffy pillows. Stepping around her, Ronon strode purposefully towards the bed, and in one sweep of his hand, pulled off the duvet and the pillows, leaving the bed bare of all but the base sheeting. He then turned to Jeri, and stood watching her with his arms folded across his chest, clearly awaiting her next move.

Jeri, took in Ronon’s wide legged stance and stern demeanor, and finally shook herself out of the shell-shocked state she seemed to have fallen into.

‘I can definitely understand why Mandy and the others find him so attractive, he is very commanding,’ she thought, with more than a little apprehension.

She had not been lying when she had told the others that she preferred more submissive men. Ronon Dex was definitely not her typical choice for a bedmate, and yet, as he stood silently watching her, she could feel the primal part of her reacting to him. Somehow he was reaching past her defenses and making her want him, more than any other man she had met before. She could feel a pulsing sensation deep in her core, as the first stirrings of desire awakened in her.

Gripping her can of Whipped Cream more firmly, Jeri hurried into her private bath area, and closed the door behind her. She quickly stripped off her clothing and grinning broadly, she applied the whipped cream to strategic parts of her body, smoothing the cream over her breasts but leaving the nipples peeking out.

‘After all,’ she thought wickedly, ‘I did promise him a better way to eat whipped cream, and he seemed to enjoy the cherries on that slice of cake!’

Exiting the bath area, she slowly strode to the bed and lay down, spreading herself out for Ronon’s perusal. She had smoothed the cream over her breasts and over her sex, leaving the rest of her body bare.

Ronon gazed intently at her nakedness, then, began to undress. He drew his shirt over his head, then slowly unbuckled his belt and shimmied out of his leather pants and underwear. He stood proudly, without a shred of unease from his nakedness; his rigid cock, pulsing gently with every beat of his heart.

‘No wonder he’s so arrogantly, self assured,’ Jeri thought, allowing her hungry eyes to roam over his body. ‘He has every man’s dream body, and is every woman’s fantasy lover.’

Jeri scooped up a small amount of whipped cream from her breast and boldly offered it to Ronon, with a challenge in her eyes. He looked at her offering in that same inscrutable way that he had been eyeing her all night, and then leaned over to take hold of the proffered hand.

Holding her gaze with his own, Ronon slowly licked the whipped cream off Jeri’s finger until it was completely clean. He then gradually bent her arm until it was between her legs, and quite deliberately used her own fingers to scoop up some of the whipped cream that was covering her pussy, trailing her fingers through her own juices in the process. Without breaking eye contact, Ronon then proceeded to lick and suck the mixture of whipped cream and pure lust, off Jeri’s fingers.

The sensation of Ronon’s raspy tongue sent shivers up and down Jeri’s spine, and caused her to pull her legs together as she felt a rush of desire coursing through her body, and settling between her legs. She had never been so excited, and felt like she was on the verge of a powerful orgasm.

Suddenly, as quickly as he had started to suck on her fingers he stopped. Then, again quite deliberately, he once more encouraged her fingers to dip into the juices flowing from her, drawing forth a gasp as he used her hand to gently massage her throbbing clit. All the while staring her down in that inscrutable, wordless way, with their eyes locked on each other.

As Jeri continued to massage her excited flesh, under the encouragement of Ronon’s hold, she heard herself moaning as her orgasm built and built. She knew she should be dismayed at how easily he had reduced her to a quivering mass, but at that point, all she wanted was for him to climb between her legs and ride her hard, with the engorged flesh that sprouted so proudly from between his legs. She reached for him, with her free hand, but he avoided her questing hand, grabbing onto it and pinning it above her head. All the while he continued to torture her pussy, with her own hand, causing her to moan and thrash about.

Then, just as suddenly, he was drawing her hand away from her swollen, excited flesh, and using it to coat his projecting cock with a mixture of her lust and whipped cream. He then drew the hand to his mouth and once more licked and sucked her fingers, cleaning off the remaining mixture of whipped cream and her juices.

By the time Ronon released Jeri’s hand and stood back, she was a mass of nerves. His whipped cream covered cock was throbbing against his belly, and beckoned to her. He said nothing, but Jeri understood what he wanted more clearly than if he had shouted it. She took two deep, steadying breaths, trying to get herself back under control, after being drawn so close to orgasm twice, and being denied both times. Her body was screaming for a man…this man. She wanted him so badly, it hurt.

Finally, scrambling to her knees before him, she took him into her mouth. She felt the shock of contact shoot through him, and smiled.

‘He thought to master me,’ she thought, ‘but I may yet make him respect me.’

Jeri grabbed onto Ronon’s firm buttocks to gain leverage, then, proceeded to run her tongue and lips along the length of his rigid cock.

Slowly and deliberately, Jeri cleaned off the whipped cream smeared on Ronon’s penis. She could taste herself on him, her own juices mixed in with the whipped cream. Rather than repulse, it served to increase her desire, and she fervently licked and sucked on his flesh, drawing him into her mouth so that she could taste his special flavor, mixed in with her own.

Ronon’s hands closing on her shoulders, was all the warning she got, as he grabbed her up and flung her onto the bed. His hot mouth closed on her breasts then, licking the whipped cream off the areolae and sucking deeply on her nipples. Jeri could feel the pulling sensation all the way to her clit, and groan loudly as he continued to alternate between licking and sucking on her sensitive breasts.

Ronon kneed Jeri’s legs apart, and positioned himself between them. He lowered the tip of his cock to her hot center, teasing her moist flesh with the throbbing head. Jeri grasped his waist and tried to impale herself on him, but he pushed her hands away, grinning at her frustration as he continued to lazily caress her moistness with the head of his cock.

Finally, it seemed, he tired of the games, and pushing Jeri’s legs wider, he finally slammed into her in one smooth action. He filled her completely, and Jeri was coming even before he withdrew to slam into her again and again, as she continued to cry out as a second powerful climax washed over.

When her cries of pleasure quieted a bit, Ronon changed the rhythm yet continued to stroke her deeply, pushing into her until the sensation hovered precariously between pleasure and pain. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pushed into her with measured strokes, caressing her flesh with his cock, fanning the flames of her desire into a blazing bonfire once more.

Jeri shifted incredulously, as she felt the flood of desire rise up inside of her again. She had experienced orgasms before, but usually, once she had come, it would be a while before she felt excited again. Now, at Ronon’s expert stroking, her hips were already tilting to position her pussy to meet his strokes, eager to take more of his cock as he pummeled her eager flesh.

Ronon’s first groans caught Jeri by surprise, since he had remained quiet and aloof throughout it all. Encouraged by the sound, she raised her legs slightly to allow deep penetration, riding each of his strokes as if it were a wave to be mastered.

It didn’t take long for Ronon to lose the last of his control. He grabbed onto Jeri’s hands and raised them over her head, holding them there as he continued to stroke her. One, then two, then three strokes, and he was throwing back his head and crying out as he climaxed explosively.

Jeri felt her own climax start deep inside her, bursting forth, and causing her flesh to contract forcefully around Ronon’s cock as he delivered the final strokes. She felt him rise up, withdrawing from her, the very act, tantalizing her flesh again. When he settled between her legs and gently licked her swollen pussy, she was shocked out of the languid state she had fallen into.

Ronon ran his tongue around her folds, licking and tasting the last of the whipped cream. It was hopelessly mixed in with the juices of their mating, and Jeri wondered what it tasted like, the cream that they had made. Her juices, his juices and the whipped cream, all mixed together.

She didn’t have to wonder for long though, as he kissed a path up her belly, to her breasts, where he once more enclosed her nipples in his hot mouth. He then lifted his head to capture her lips in a passionate kiss that left her breathless. She tasted him then, along with her own juices, and the whipped cream. It was definitely an erotic experience to be sharing their lust in that manner. It seemed that not only did she show him another way to enjoy whipped cream, but he also showed her an erotic way to enjoy her sexual partner.

All too soon it seemed the kiss was over and he was rising off the bed. She had thought he was going to the bathroom, but as she watched him reach for his clothing, she realized that he was leaving.

“Why don’t you stay awhile longer?” Jeri murmured, trying to sound nonchalant, yet secretly hoping inside.

“I came here to eat whipped cream,” Ronon said, pausing to allow his eyes to roam over her body. “There is no more whipped cream. It’s time for me to leave.”

“Oh, but there’s more whipped cream in the can,” Jeri said, scrambling off the bed to grab it from the sideboard. “I also have this,” she said, holding up a small container of strawberries. “Have you ever had whipped cream with strawberries?” Jeri asked, sliding back onto the bed with her offerings.

Ronon looked at the whipped cream and the strawberries, and let his clothes slip from his hands.

“No I haven’t,” he said, answering her question. “Why don’t you show me how they’re eaten?” he said, climbing back onto the bed.

Fin.