He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply, and she forgot all about being cold. His hands and body were like a blast furnace as he moved them over her, drawing her within his heat. His lips were hard and demanding, making her melt from the inside out. She was surprised the ice wasn’t thawing beneath them, sinking them in a sea of liquid.
His hand found her breast, molded to it, and fire spread through her. She arched against his palm and he thumbed her nipple through the material. Oh, she wanted to be naked, but there was something so primal about being here on the ice, fully clothed, with him touching her like this. He shifted his thigh between her legs and held her there, his mouth doing delicious things to her lips while he touched her breasts.
She was on fire. That, coupled with standing on the cold ice, was a study in contrasts that inflamed her senses and sent her spiraling into arousal. She wanted more than this fully clothed petting. She slid her hand under his shirt to touch his bare skin, to feel the warmth of his back.
He pulled his mouth away from hers and stared down at her, touching his hand to her cheek. Her breath caught and held as he moved his hand down her neck and across her breasts. He mapped a casual trek down her body, making her gasp as his touch snaked south, teasing her by not touching her where she wanted to, where she was throbbing with need. He grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted it, then slid his hand over her sex to cup her through the thin material of her tights.
She gasped as he rubbed his palm back and forth over the ache that had settled there. She arched against him, trying to balance on her skates. He held her firmly in his grasp, more comfortable on the ice than she was.
“Here?” she asked.
“Yeah. Right here.”
“How?”
“We’ll make it work. I want you, Jenna.”
Their gazes fused and she saw the fierce need in his eyes, in the tight set of his jaw, his muscles tensing under her hands. It catapulted her desire to feverish levels. The idea of making love with him here on the ice suddenly seemed perfect.
He slipped his hand inside the waistband of her tights, finding the heat of her center. Her breathing quickened as the icy cold of his fingers found the warm wetness of her sex.
She clutched his shoulders and held on as he fingered her *, flicked the ring around her clit and caressed her there.
“Your fingers are cold.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be. God, it feels good. Put them inside me.”
He slid two fingers inside her, pumping them in and out of her until she thought she was going to die from the sheer pleasure of it. She melted around him, convulsed as he rubbed the heel of his hand against her sex. She arched, needing more, wanting to touch him, too. His erection was outlined through his sweats and she cupped it, stroked his shaft, each time she touched him causing him to react by sliding his fingers deeper inside her.
“I need you, Ty. No more foreplay.”
He gave her a wicked smile, then bent and grabbed her tights, pulling them down to her ankles. He pulled a condom out of the pocket of his hoodie and drew his sweats down, revealing his swollen cock.
She licked her lips and swallowed, impatient as he put the condom on and pressed her against the wooden boards. He raised her dress and held on to her butt, spreading her legs as wide as they could go considering the problem with her tights and skates.
When he slid up inside her it was heaven. Cold and hot, she felt like the ice was melting around them. She cried out and held on as Ty plunged into her, brushing her clit with every thrust. With her legs practically closed, she felt every part of his cock inside her, every part of him touching her, spreading her, driving her crazy.
“Oh, it’s good. Yes, like that.”
His fingers bit into the flesh of her ass as he held her, taking easy strokes at first, but she wanted so much more.
“Harder. Make it hard and make me come.”
He bent and powered up into her again, then ground against her, sending sparks of pleasure to her core. She bit down on her lip as he pushed into her, felt him swell inside her. His cock jerked and quivered and she was close. Oh so close. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and slammed against him, causing him to groan and give her more of what she wanted.
“I’m going to come in you, Jenna.”
His words spiraled her out of control, made her quiver with her oncoming orgasm. “Yes. Fuck me harder. I’m going to come.”
He banged her against the boards with a punishing thrust. She fought to dig her skates into the ice, but it was Ty holding on to her with his strength, Ty keeping her upright as he tunneled into her, pistoning his cock into her *.
It hit her like a blast. She came with a wild cry that shattered her.
Ty kissed her, groaning into her mouth as he emptied himself, shaking and holding her.
She panted against him, sweating, her legs shaking, and if Tyler let her go she’d drop right on the ice. But he held her firmly in his grasp, and finally withdrew, pulled up his sweats, and dropped to the ice to pull up her tights.
He stood, wrapped his arm around her waist, and pressed a warm, sweet kiss to her lips that made her tremble.