Page 56 of Burn Falls

Not knowing if Calla would be into using ice in the bedroom, I went with it anyway. I figured that I could numb her enough so that when I used the lube I’d brought, the warming sensation of it would grab her attention and she’d focus on it. Sure, I could try to use just the warming lube, but I didn’t want to take the chance. Not for our first time at least when I didn’t know what her reaction would be. I wanted her too much.

I wanted to feel her body form to mine as I drove into her.

I wanted to hear her pounding heart and her labored breathing as I brought her pleasure.

I wanted to watch her perfect body spasm as she came apart under me.

I fucking wanted her.

I licked my lips and walked toward the bed. “Why are you under the covers?”

“I’m … I don’t know.” She looked away, the flickering of the candles she lit danced off her face in the dark room. She probably didn’t realize that she wasn’t making eye contact with me any longer. I knew a lot women had body issues. Especially when Calla had told me in so many ways that she thought she was fat. I just didn’t know how to prove to her that I thought she was impeccable inside and out.

Without warning, I pulled the covers off of her and crawled up her body and hoovered her. “Look at me,” I ordered as I gazed down at her.

Her emerald eyes darted up at my command.

“I’m not going to be gentle,” I repeated my statement from a few minutes ago. It was a warning, but also the reality of what was about to come because when I fucked, I fucked hard. There was no other way I knew how. The truth was, I’d nevermade lovebefore. Not even with Mary because we were always sneaking around when we had sex.

“I won’t break.” Calla smiled, and my lips curved in response.

“I know you won’t, sweets. But once I’m inside of you, and the blood is pumping through my veins, there’s no stopping me.” What she didn’t know was that the blood was already coursing through me. It just wasn’t my own.

“I’ve been thinking about this since you told me you wanted to bend me over the barstool at Maxwell’s. You did say that right?”

I growled at the image. “I did. You want me to bend you over a chair and fuck you, sweetheart?”

Calla stared into my eyes for a few beats until she finally whispered, “Yes.”

I pulled her up off the bed and over my shoulder. She squealed as I grabbed the ice and strode into her living room, looking for a chair. There weren’t any that would be the correct height for her five foot, five-inch frame, so instead, I moved a dining room table chair aside and set her feet down on the floor before urging her to lean forward on the wood surface.

The sight of her bare ass staring at me as though it was an invitation, was making the blood race through me faster and straight to my dick. I was already hard, but now I was aching to be buried inside of her.

“Have you ever used ice during sex before, Calla?”

She shook her head.

“I’ve been told it’s an amazing sensation.”

“Okay. I don’t mind trying it.”

I stripped off my boxers and then grabbed one of the slightly melted ice cubes from the tray. “Spread your legs wider.”

Calla did as I’d instructed and instantly the smell of her arousal filled my nostrils. I couldn’t wait any longer. The sooner she got primed, the faster I’d be able to drive into her and officially make her mine.

The first swipe of the ice jolted her, and she let out a moan. “Fuck that’s cold.”

“Do you like that?”

“I’m not sure yet.”

At least she wasn’t telling me to stop. I had a backup plan, but for now, the ice was working. I used the cold cube to circle on her clit and through the lips of her pussy. It started to melt, slowly dripping onto the carpet.

“I … I …” she stuttered, moving a little as though she was trying to adjust to the feeling inside of her. “It’s too much.”

I took the cube away from her heat. “Too much good or too much bad?”

“Just—just give me a second. It’s like a weird throbbing sensation.”