He moves slightly and I know he’s marking me. I’m familiar with the pull of that spot. Alternating breasts, the pattern is repeated. Cold then warmth, and then the chill is gone, as is the heat of his body over mine. I feel the hair on his legs brush against mine as he shifts, and then his hands are wrapped around my thighs, spreading me open. I figure the ice has been discarded, no longer needed. I wait for the heat of his mouth to press against me. His warm breath. The scorch of his tongue.
“Fuck!” I arch off the bed, almost letting go of the posts when he runs up my length. His tongue is frigid, mimicking the sensation of the ice cube and melting into me just like one. The feeling is overwhelming as he dips inside me, tasting ever inch. His mouth never warms, and I know it’s because the ice is in his mouth, which is confirmed when I feel the sharp edge of the cube press against my clit.
“Holy shit, Reese.”
He dips lower, pressing the ice cube inside me with his tongue. In and out. He’s fucking me with it, driving me toward my climax with this new sensation. I’m barely keeping my composure as my insides become liquid. My thighs are shaking against his head as I try to control my trembling. I’m close, moaning his name and gripping so tightly onto the wooden posts I’m certain they’re about to snap off. Then the chill is gone, followed by the sound of him crunching on the ice. Seconds go by and I think maybe he isn’t going to allow me to come. I take in several deep breaths, feeling my orgasm slip away from me until he buries his face between my legs.
His mouth still has the slightest chill, but his warmth is taking over. He fucks me with his tongue until I’m begging and incoherently pleading with him to make me come. He runs up and down my length, spreading me open with his fingers. His tongue swirls around my clit, flattening against it then flicking it in that rhythm I like. I’m once again right at the brink of orgasm and he knows it. He must, because that’s the moment he chooses to prop my ass up with his hands and lick along my rim.
“Oh, shit! Wait, wait, don’t…oh, God, just… Reese, I don’t…unghhhh.”
He’s never done this to me. The only time he’s ever gone anywhere near my ass is with his finger. I clench out of reflex; it’s automatic. He shouldn’t be there with this tongue, and it definitely shouldn’t feel this amazing.
Right?
Wrong. So fucking wrong.
He’s licking me like he works my *, and it feels unlike anything I’ve ever felt. My heart is thundering in my chest as I replay his words to me over in my head.
“Right now, I want you to concentrate on feeling everything I give you. Nothing else.”
So I do. I concentrate on this new sensation, blocking out my instincts and not letting any anxiety overpower me. I feel his hands shift, one elevating me while the other moves around my waist. At the brush of his fingers against my clit, I lose it. I throw my head back, screaming his name until my voice breaks. And then I feel him press against me with his tongue, slipping inside, and my orgasm stretches out, rocking me with a blinding intensity. Paralyzing me. I feel shattered. Stripped of all coherence.
And it’s incredible.
I don’t even realize he’s lowered my body back down until my blindfold is removed. I open my eyes, meeting his. There’s apprehension in them. Not much, but I see it. The uncertainty of what he’s just done to me. But when I smile at him, one that I’m sure looks completely dopey because that’s how I feel, his insecurity vanishes.
“You can let go of the bed,” he says as he kneels between my legs.
I do and shake my hands out, bringing them down to my sides. He reaches across the comforter and picks up a bottle I hadn’t known he put on there. One I’ve never seen before. I really don’t want to be nervous right now, because I do trust him, completely, but I know what that bottle is. I know what he needs it for. And I do a shit job at concealing my worry because he sees it, prompting him to drop the bottle and lean over me. His hand conforms to my cheek.
“I would never hurt you, Dylan. You liked what I just did, right?”
I nod and lean into his palm. “Yes. I didn’t think I would, but I definitely did.”