Wishes

"Do you want me to get some ice, honey?"

I don't even say anything, I nod a response, you leave the room and come back with a cup of ice. I don't really like ice, to be honest, I'm always scared it is going to stick to my skin, which is a totally irrational fear, based on the knowledge that tongues will stick to metal poles in the winter. Where the fear of ice comes from, I don't know, since I'm from a state which routinely has about 5 months of winter.

But you pull out a cube, and start to rub it all over my stomach, and it doesn't stick, it starts to melt deliciously, dripping cold water all over me slowly. You move it up towards my tits, circling it around them, staying away from my nipples.

You get a new ice cube, and put it on one of my nipples, and then your mouth dips to the other, one side is warm, and one side is cold. You switch. I'm so turned on by now, it feels amazing.

You move it down, down my stomach, to my belly button, down further and further until you reach my clit, holding it there, although it is getting difficult for you, with me squirming so much and the ice melting in your hands as you hold it.

You grab another piece of ice and rapidly you push it in me. Its so cold going in before I lose the feeling of it. Your fingers follow it, thrusting in and out of my pussy, everything is wet, from me, from the melting ice.

"Please please can I come, please?"

You rapidly pull your fingers out, grab my head and pull me down to your cock. I twirl my tongue around the tip, trying to make you as happy as you just made me. You push my head down, pull up, push down, in a motion that I love. When you are ready to come, you start with me again, teasing my clit and filling my holes.

Finally, we come together, falling back on the bed in unison, exhausted from our exertions.