Erika calmly ignored his reach for a moment, maybe torturing him just a little between pleasure and wanting to return the favor. This was so much more entertaining then letting him simply have his way. At last, smirking, she allowed his length to slip from her mouth as she moved back up his body.
"Is there something you want?" she asked playfully, pausing to press her mouth against his again. She practically hungered for him, with or without whipped cream, please. Whatever he wanted to do, she was fair game -- within reason, of course. And she trusted Chris to be reasonable and tasteful both, with a flare for providing both of them with a good time.