he said. “Let’s not get too frisky.”
She felt him sit up, and she swallowed a cry of frustration, wanting nothing
more than to feel him inside her. “We wouldn’t want this to end too soon.”
Speak for yourself , she was about to say, then
went silent as she heard a clink that sounded like something gently hitting
against glass. A cup, maybe? The answer was revealed when something icy touched
her abused right nipple and she shrieked, nearly coming out of her skin.
“Hang on now,” Brendan laughed, leaning
over to lave the nipple with his warm tongue. Heat rushed through her body like
a molten river of lava at the sharp temperature switch. “It’s just an ice
cube.” He kissed her softly, then murmured against her lips, “This is what you
wanted, wasn’t it?”
“Y-yes, Brendan,” she managed . I just
hadn’t expected it to be so damn cold.
“Don’t worry,” he said, seeming to read
her mind. “You’ll get accustomed to it, at least a little. And I’m almost
certain you’re going to like it after a little while.” He gave her another soft
kiss, then pulled back. “Here, let’s try it again.” He pressed the ice cube to
her nipple again, sending another shock of cold through her body, but this time
she recognized another zing of pleasure-pain. He followed it up by suckling on
her teat with his tongue again, thawing the icy bud, and she moaned as more
sparks of pleasure skipped down her nerve channels to pool together at the
molten core between her legs.
“That’s better,” he breathed, switching
to the nipple and offering the same hot-cold treatment. Callie cried out as he
continued his ministrations, the ache between her legs building; she wanted to
tell him to have mercy on her, to stop his wicked teasing, but it felt so good,
and she couldn’t speak even if she wanted to. Eventually the ice cube melted,
and he grabbed another one from the glass, dragging it down the center of her
abdomen and causing her to writhe beneath him. He chased the trail of melted
ice with his tongue as he went until he reached the top of her mound, but
instead of going through it he went sideways. Callie gasped as he traveled down
the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, unable to stop her entire body from
quivering. She wasn’t sure she was going to be able to stand this much longer.
“God, look how wet you are.” He slid the
piece of ice between her slick folds, and her hips came off the bed, her gasps
turning into mewls. She groaned low in her throat as he lapped at the icy water
on her pussy, wanting so badly to be able to thread her fingers through his
hair and hold him there. He touched her again with the ice, sliding it through
her folds, and then actually inside her pussy.
“Brendan!”
“Uh-uh.” He bit down on her clit, sending
a sharp spike of sensation that was more pain than pleasure straight into her
core. “Bad girl. I didn’t ask you to speak, did I?”
“No, Brendan.” She gasped as he slid two
fingers inside her, and then a long moan escaped her lips as he pressed the
melting ice against her g-spot, sending more sparks of pleasure through her.
“Yeah, baby,” Brendan growled, continuing
to massage her g-spot. “Oh God, you’re so beautiful. Open your mouth.” She did
as he asked, then gasped as he slid a long piece of ice between her lips,
nearly swallowing it whole. “Suck on it,” he commanded. “I want to watch you
suck my cock the way you used to.”
Oh my God. She could hardly believe how erotic
those words sounded coming out of Brendan’s mouth. He’d never talked to her
like this before during their love making; back then they hadn’t spoken much at
all; it had all been tender touches and kisses and bodies sliding together. But
this… this was a whole different level. It forced her to bare her soul to him,
to open herself up and put herself in his hands, trusting that he wouldn’t hurt
her. Closing her eyes, she did as he commanded, sucking on the piece of
She felt him sit up, and she swallowed a cry of frustration, wanting nothing
more than to feel him inside her. “We wouldn’t want this to end too soon.”
Speak for yourself , she was about to say, then
went silent as she heard a clink that sounded like something gently hitting
against glass. A cup, maybe? The answer was revealed when something icy touched
her abused right nipple and she shrieked, nearly coming out of her skin.
“Hang on now,” Brendan laughed, leaning
over to lave the nipple with his warm tongue. Heat rushed through her body like
a molten river of lava at the sharp temperature switch. “It’s just an ice
cube.” He kissed her softly, then murmured against her lips, “This is what you
wanted, wasn’t it?”
“Y-yes, Brendan,” she managed . I just
hadn’t expected it to be so damn cold.
“Don’t worry,” he said, seeming to read
her mind. “You’ll get accustomed to it, at least a little. And I’m almost
certain you’re going to like it after a little while.” He gave her another soft
kiss, then pulled back. “Here, let’s try it again.” He pressed the ice cube to
her nipple again, sending another shock of cold through her body, but this time
she recognized another zing of pleasure-pain. He followed it up by suckling on
her teat with his tongue again, thawing the icy bud, and she moaned as more
sparks of pleasure skipped down her nerve channels to pool together at the
molten core between her legs.
“That’s better,” he breathed, switching
to the nipple and offering the same hot-cold treatment. Callie cried out as he
continued his ministrations, the ache between her legs building; she wanted to
tell him to have mercy on her, to stop his wicked teasing, but it felt so good,
and she couldn’t speak even if she wanted to. Eventually the ice cube melted,
and he grabbed another one from the glass, dragging it down the center of her
abdomen and causing her to writhe beneath him. He chased the trail of melted
ice with his tongue as he went until he reached the top of her mound, but
instead of going through it he went sideways. Callie gasped as he traveled down
the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, unable to stop her entire body from
quivering. She wasn’t sure she was going to be able to stand this much longer.
“God, look how wet you are.” He slid the
piece of ice between her slick folds, and her hips came off the bed, her gasps
turning into mewls. She groaned low in her throat as he lapped at the icy water
on her pussy, wanting so badly to be able to thread her fingers through his
hair and hold him there. He touched her again with the ice, sliding it through
her folds, and then actually inside her pussy.
“Brendan!”
“Uh-uh.” He bit down on her clit, sending
a sharp spike of sensation that was more pain than pleasure straight into her
core. “Bad girl. I didn’t ask you to speak, did I?”
“No, Brendan.” She gasped as he slid two
fingers inside her, and then a long moan escaped her lips as he pressed the
melting ice against her g-spot, sending more sparks of pleasure through her.
“Yeah, baby,” Brendan growled, continuing
to massage her g-spot. “Oh God, you’re so beautiful. Open your mouth.” She did
as he asked, then gasped as he slid a long piece of ice between her lips,
nearly swallowing it whole. “Suck on it,” he commanded. “I want to watch you
suck my cock the way you used to.”
Oh my God. She could hardly believe how erotic
those words sounded coming out of Brendan’s mouth. He’d never talked to her
like this before during their love making; back then they hadn’t spoken much at
all; it had all been tender touches and kisses and bodies sliding together. But
this… this was a whole different level. It forced her to bare her soul to him,
to open herself up and put herself in his hands, trusting that he wouldn’t hurt
her. Closing her eyes, she did as he commanded, sucking on the piece of
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