Page 77 of Ice Me Out

The corners of Jamie’s lips quirk up in a sexy smile. “Good girl.”

I don’t expect much out of this. Matthew went down on me the few times we had his house or mine to ourselves. But I never could relax enough to come. The truth is that I never could relax enough to come with him, or even the few times I tried by myself.

Once we moved into thePure Shinehouse, I realized how every aspect of our lives was being watched. I didn’t trust that there wouldn’t be any concealed cameras in our bedrooms. So touching myself was completely out of the question.

Jamie repeats the action of a few moments ago. He kisses a path from entrance to clit, his mouth light, his breath teasing.

It feels good, better than I could have ever imagined, and I close my eyes.

“Baby.” He speaks without lifting his mouth, his breath creating ripples of sensation on my naked skin. “I want you to look at me.”

I do as I’m told and earn another “good girl” from Jamie’s sexy lips.

I don’t have the chance to think about how good his approval makes me feel, because my boyfriend’s mouth makes contact with the spot that’s pulsing with need.

It’s a light, barely there kiss. His mouth is open, but it’s mostly his lips that touch my skin.

“Oh.” I utter when that simple touch makes me shudder with pleasure.

I can’t exactly see the smile on Jamie’s face, but I can feel it when he places another kiss in the same spot. This time there’s a little more pressure, and I shudder again.

If I thought these soft kisses felt good, nothing could have prepared me for the intense pleasure that takes my breath away when the tip of his tongue touches my clit.

The first flick is brief and light, but when I moan, he presses a little harder.

“Oh God.” I gasp as Jamie licks me a few times.

My clit has now got a pulse of its own. It’s as if the rest of my body has become weightless and disappeared. I’m reduced to that little sensitive bundle of nerves that’s pulsing under Jamie’s skilled tongue.

It feels so good that I doubt I can even remember how to breathe. All my muscles are tensed up to breaking point. I don’t even realize that my fingers are tangles into the silky, longer strands on the top of Jamie’s head.

Just when I think this feels so good that it almost hurts, Jamie stops licking me.

“No, no. Please don’t stop?—”

He barely let me finish begging him when I understand why he stopped. He closes his mouth over my most sensitive spot and sucks on it.

My world explodes.

Intense, searing pleasure radiates from the spot in Jamie’s mouth.

“Oh God, Jamie.”

He keeps working me through my orgasm, easing the pressure only when my body goes limp.

“There you go, baby.” Jamie rises to his feet, wrapping his arms around me to support my weight. “Do you feel more relaxed now?”

He kisses my lips, slowly and softly. He tastes like me and I think I like it.

“I feel so good.” I murmur, feeling his heart pounding in his chest.

It’s impossible to resist the urge to continue touching his ripped muscles, hard and warm under the fabric of his t-shirt.

His chiseled muscles aren’t the only thing that’s hard in Jamie’s body, however.

“I feel relaxed,” I smile. “But you’re the one who needs to relieve some stress now.”

His cock is rock hard in his jeans. I palm it gently, eliciting a low moan from Jamie’s delectable lips.