He Warmed Me Up By Cooling Me Off
February Writing Prompt Series: It’s Not Even That Cold
He popped the ice cube into his mouth, swirling it around for a second. Smiling up at me, he spit it back into the glass and set the glass back on the nightstand. My body quivered with anticipation as he kissed down my throat. His lips were freezing, leaving cold kisses in his wake as he made his way further down.
His eyes rolled up to mine before his tongue flicked over my nipple. I arched under him, the coldness shooting pleasure through me. He moved over to the other, flicking his cold tongue and rolling it over my other nipple.
He took the glass again from the table, popping an ice cube in his mouth and swirling it around. Spitting it back out, he held onto the glass this time, closing his mouth over me without ceremony. My body arched off the bed, my hands fisting in his hair as he sucked and licked. The throbbing between my legs increased as I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling only the tip of his hardness from his current position.
I felt him smile against my tit. He pulled off me and repeated the process as before, only this time, he left the ice cube in his mouth until it melted. Closing his lips over my breast again, he sucked me hungrily while I pulled him into my body. His frozen tongue felt…
