[Jenna Rose]: 150.Erotica.Hot Ice

[Warning!
Contains mature content/sexually graphic.
If that sorta thing offends you, don't read it.]

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_{Hot Ice}

^{Copyright © me, Jennifer Radford.}
His cold hand explores my body as I lay beneath him, trembling and biting my lip. His other hand is above my head, pinning my wrists together and down onto the bed. I breathe heavily as he lets his finger tips lightly touch my breasts, his thumbs rubbing my swollen nipples. He moves his hand, rubbing his way down my stomach, then my hip, before coming to a stop on my thigh.

His lips press softly against my neck, and I gasp as he bites into it, sucking lightly on my skin.

I pull my hands free and they roam over his back, his shoulder blades, feeling his tight muscles. My fingers dance lightly up his neck and into his hair, damp from our love making.

He pulls his mouth away from my neck, and flicks his tongue over the bite mark, then kisses it lightly. Then he lets his lips trail down my neck, kissing their way down to the crook of my shoulder, where he bites again gently, and then down farther, across my collar bone.

I moan loudly as I suddenly feel his fingers between my legs, pressing their way passed my folds and into my wet center. I cry out his name as he pushes two of his fingers deep into me, let the knuckle of his thumb rub hard against my hood.

I close my eyes, arching my neck back. I feel my pleasure building as he continues. I start to shake, and as he slides his fingers out then back in again, I give in and let go, crying out. I feel myself clench around his fingers and move my hips, moving against his hand as my climax slowly comes to and end.

He leans over me, his breathing shallow and hard, and presses his lips to mine. I feel him hard against my pelvis and I slide my hand between us, circling my fingers around him. He growls and pulls my hand away, kissing my neck. I feel him smiling against my skin as he says “You weren’t supposed to finish yet.” He presses a hot kiss to my neck, then sits up and straddles my thighs as he reaches over to the bowl on our night stand.

Pulling his hand back, he moves it over my face, letting a droplet of water from the ice cube hit my nose. I laugh lightly and he smiles. He takes both of my wrists in one of his big hands and pins them over my head again as he brings the ice cube to my lips and glides it across them.

I close my eyes and enjoy the cold, parting my lips slightly, letting the melting ice cube drip down mu throat. But he pulls it away quickly and I keep my eyes closed... waiting.

I yelp and jerk slightly when he brings the ice cub down onto my stomach, moving it back and forth, up and down. My breathing begins to get harder as he slides it up to my breasts, moving it between them. I gasp loudly, my backing wanting to arch, as he touches it to the tip of one of my nipples. I feel it grow harder and I squirm under him, wanting more than the ice.

I hear a crack and I open my eyes to see him biting a small piece of ice off of the cube, tossing the rest back into the bowl. Releasing my wrists, he slides down my body, moving his knees between and under my thighs, spreading them apart.

Leaning down, he puts the small piece of ice between his teeth. I brace myself, pressing against the bed. As his lips and the ice make contact with my skin, I moan deep in my throat and bite my lip to keep it from escaping.

His tongue glides across my damp silk along with the cold ice, and I shiver. I feel myself parting for him, and I can’t help but gasp softly. I hear him breathing hard, feel his breath on my skin. He gently wraps his lips around my swollen nub, sucking on it and letting the ice move against it before raking his teethe along it. I moan his name, my hands grabbing his hair.

He moves his tongue along my slit, pressing the tiny piece of ice that’s left against me with the tip of his tongue. He kisses my lower lips gently, then, taking me off guard, plunges his tongue and the ice into me. I reach my peak, trembling uncontrollably and arch my back, digging my nails into his shoulders. He works his tongue in and out of me as my walls spasm around it.

Slowly, my trembling and spasms stop, and I go limp against the bed. My eyes closed, panting heavily. He moves up my body, wrapping his arms around me and holding me close. He kisses my lips softly and I kiss him back, sliding one of my arms around his neck and whispering against his lips, “That was amazing.”

Smiling, he kisses me again, then lays his head against my shoulder, saying, “That was sure some hot ice.”