SomeLikeitHot by Stephanie

here she was with her swimsuit cover up nearly blindfolding her and binding her arms. He liked it. From the lack of complaints or struggles, he had to figure Naja liked it, too.

    He tugged at the strings securing the top around her neck, undoing them before pulling the bikini down so her breasts sat perkily over top. Nice. He warmed a nipple up with his mouth then rubbed it with the ice.

    “Oh,” she gasped, arching against the hot and cold. “Oh.”

    He warmed the cold, jutting nipple with his mouth one more time, unable to resist putting the ice to her other breast, warm and cold, back and forth. She squirmed and so turned on he could feel her arousal. Some little drops of water, cool, then rapidly warmer, slid down her belly. He followed one with his tongue to the point where it fell into her navel. He tasted the salt on her skin from her dip into the ocean on her skin, smelled the saltiness from the water.

    His gaze dipped lower as he dug around for more ice, scooping three cubes. He pressed one against the soft skin of her stomach and while she was busy gasping, he rubbed the coldness over her flesh. He popped the other cubes into his mouth then pressed his mouth against her intimate curls and blew cold, moist air against her.

    “Oh, sh-jeez!”
    He felt the flesh on her curvaceous bottom ripple with the chill he’d inflicted, and could feel the heat of her so close to his mouth. Hot and cold. Cold and hot. He licked her. Starting from the hot, wet opening of her body, which was salt-sweet and slick, trailing up to her clit, which was swollen hard. Like she was about to burst. Oh, he knew how that felt.

    With the tip of his tongue he swirled and licked until her hips started to buck against him, then he withdrew and held his tongue against the ice for a moment. When he touched her clit again with the tip of his tongue, she sucked in a breath.

    “That’s cold, so cold, ahh-woo.” She didn’t sound as if she was complaining, and with his cheeks full of ice, he wasn’t in a position to ask.
    His mouth filled with cold water and she was so hot she’d blow any second. He tipped her back so she toppled onto the bed on her back. He pushed his head between her legs and let the cold water wash over her mound.

    She squealed and laughed and wiggled. There was a small chunk of ice left, like a smooth stone, and he used his tongue to push it right up inside her. He pulled her clit into his mouth and showed her every trick he’d ever learned.

    He knew the exact moment when she hovered on the edge, her woman’s parts so swollen
    and hard they felt like barely ripe fruit. Above him she’d thrashed around so much the cover up had pulled right over her head, which was thrown back. Her hair was a tossing tangle, her cries hoarse.
    He wanted to take her. He wanted to be inside her when she came, yet he also wanted to suck the orgasm right out of her. She was slick and hot and her plump flesh richly flushed as though painted with wine. It throbbed to the frantic pulse of her heart.

    One more time he teased her with a long, thorough stroke of his tongue, and then, when she was almost airborne. He grabbed hold of the hips she’d thrust at him and gave her what she needed, tonguing her until she exploded in a long, sobbing release.

    She trembled all over when she finally came down and he couldn’t stop kissing her, her still-throbbing lips, her shaking thighs, her knees.

    When he untied her hands, she pulled off the cover up and her bikini top and glanced down at him. For the first time she appeared a little embarrassed. “You aren’t even undressed.”

    “Give me a few minutes.”

    He made it in seconds.

    Her gaze scanned his body as eagerly as he’d watched her. Her smile told him she approved, and he felt like a fool to be so pleased about it.

    She reached forward to touch his eagerly jutting cock, and for an awful moment when she wrapped her warm and still-shaky hand around him, he thought he might blow.