The Opposite of Cooling off

You run one ice cube over a breast, circling her nipple. It leaves a trail of water behind. You lap at that trail, your tongue flicking her hard nipple. She tastes wonderful; salty and meaty and all yours. Her shivers and moans of pleasure start the stirrings of life back in your groin.

You transfer your ministrations to the other breast. Her responses are the same just enhanced. Her shivers are deeper. Her moans are more heartfelt. Her flesh is hotter. Her taste is stronger.

As you lap on her breast you run the melting ice cube down to her stomach. Your tongue and lips follow. They rotate around her belly button. The cube is almost melted by now, so you leave it in the belly button and lap the melted water away. You reach for another cube from the glass and descend to her thighs.

You use the new cube to wash away the stains from her folds, the remnants of your love making. Once clean you turn your lips and tongue to her mound, digging out her clit and then sucking on the nub. Meanwhile your left hand continues to run the melting ice cube over her pussy. When this cube has melted you use your fingers to explore her hole. One finger, two fingers, slowly probing into her hot, wet depths, gathering velocity as you suck, drawing louder and louder moans, until you spark the latest orgasm.

You withdraw your fingers and ease up the bed until you’re looking into her flushed face. You take your two fingers, washed in her juices, and slide them into her mouth. She sucks them greedily, clearly relishing the taste of her own excitement. When you withdraw them, you lean down to kiss her. She places one hand on your chest and pushes you back, until you’re lying on the bed again.

“My turn,” she tells you. Then she slides down the bed until her face is by your groin. She begins to lick your stiffening shaft. Niemira’s clearly been taking blowjob lessons from one of the other girls. She was not the most innocent when she joined the household, but nowhere near the most skilled. But in those five months she’s improved. The way she licks your shaft, enticing it to engorge, the way she slips her lips over your head while the tongue keeps on moving, the depth she takes you before you reach her limit, have all improved. You’re hard in no time at all.

She carries on sucking, a sloppy blowjob, smothering your shaft in her saliva. There’s only one reason to get it so wet. She sees where you’re looking and nods. She returns to the top of the bed and on her back. You straddle her chest, while she presses her breasts together. You slide your cock between them, the spittle lubricating the movement. The feel of the soft flesh encasing your cock is exhilarating. She leans down and kisses the head. Then you start pumping, sliding your shaft back and forth between the globes. Every time you reach the zenith she kisses it, licks it, spits on it. It’s heaven. You feel you could do this for hours and paint her face with your cum. But you know there’s only one orgasm she really craves, and only one way you can give it. Solid and yearning you withdraw from her breasts and point yourself once again towards her tight snatch.

You slide in as if you’d never left. You both moan as you do so. Then you try a slow, steady pace to your thrusting. Her blue eyes reveal her disappointment. She wants harder. She wants faster. And you can’t deny her that. You pick up the pace. You pick up the passion, driving into her. The sound of her pussy squelching as you drive in and out, of your hips bouncing off each other, competes with the moans of her passion, with your grunts of effort. Any idea of being soft on her, of being lenient, have long since left your head. All you can feel is the desperation of her desire. There is no too hard for her, no too rough. The waves of pleasure consuming her are all that she feels, all that she wants. You feel the need to prove to her that the reason you hadn’t taken her to bed alone before was just due to oversight, not due to lack of want.

You look down, her face is flushed, her breasts are sticky with her saliva, her eyes are rolling in her head, and yet she still appears more elegant and more refined than those celebrities back at the premier. She still outshines them.

And with that thought you release your second load into her. And her body bucks and convulses with her pleasure. Almost as if she’s trying to throw you off her. But her hands are on your butt, and they squeeze it, keeping you trapped inside her, despite her convulsions.

Even you’re exhausted after that. You’re both panting, trying to calm down, trying to recover.