He places a hand on my stomach and holds me in place while he runs the ice over me.
Exploring every inch of my skin.
The bed dips as he positions himself on it between my legs. A moment later, his tongue circles my clit and I arch up again.
“Ashton….” His name escapes my lips on a moan. It’s the only word I get out, though, because my brain can hardly process a thought.
He doesn’t reply, just simply continues to circle my clit with his tongue and run ice over my stomach and hips.
And then he stops everything.
I try to get my breathing under control, but I only manage to draw one ragged breath in before his mouth presses to my clit again.
Oh. God.
My arms fling out to the side and I grip the sheets.
He sucked the ice cube before he went down on me. My attempt to control my breathing flies out the window as I hold my breath.
I can’t.
It’s too much.
Way too much.
“Breathe, Lorelei.” His deep voice cuts through my thoughts.
I take a deep breath. “Are you trying to make me come fast? Because I’m pretty sure that’s what is about to happen.”
I might be unable to see him, but I can feel him as his body moves over mine. My mouth is quick to respond when he kisses me. His tongue sweeps over my lips before pushing inside. He deepens the kiss, dominating me completely; totally wiping away any ability I have left to process what’s happening.
“You won’t come fast. I’m going to take you close, over and over, until you’re begging me to fuck you.”
Before I can respond, he moves back down my body to lick my clit again. And then he flips me onto my stomach. His strong hands make their way up my back to massage my shoulders as he positions his legs either side of me.
Cold liquid hits my back, and my breathing slows again as he massages the oil into my shoulders and back. His hands move slowly, gradually making their way down towards my ass.
His movements are deliberate and designed to drag me closer to the edge of release. Every so often he slides his hands over my butt or down and around my side to massage my breasts. But it’s the moments when his fingers glide through my pussy that really light me up.
By the time he’s finished the massage, every inch of my body thrums with need. When he flips me onto my back and starts his erotic massage on my front, I want to beg him to stop and just fuck me. But I don’t. Instead, I reach for him, trying to find his face so I can pull him close and kiss him.
He avoids my hands and breaks our silence. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“I want you to kiss me.”
“No. Tell me where you want my fingers,” he demands on a growl.
“I want them all over me, Ashton.”
His warm breath hits my ear. “If you could only choose one place, what would that be?”
My pussy clenches. There. I reach for his hand. “Let me show you.”
He grabs hold of my hand instead. “No,” he orders. “Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”
Oh for the love of God. “I want your fingers inside me.”
“And?”