Page 54 of Levi

Her body shivers, soft plaintive moans dropping from her lips.

I circle each nipple, round and round. Her already hard peaks pebble even more as her chest rises and falls. I hold the ice cube over her body to allow droplets of cold water to drip along her skin.

She groans.

“Open your mouth,” I order.

She does.

I bring the ice cube a couple inches over her mouth and let a few droplets drip onto her lips. She quickly catches on, extending her tongue.

I tease her with the ice cube, relishing how she plays along.

I slide the melting ice cube into my mouth and lower my body, so I can feed it to her. She accepts my gift.

I grab another ice cube and repeat my naughty game.

Her reddening nipples and the streaks of red marking her skin are so fucking seductive.

She holds her breath as she anticipates my next move.

“Breathe,” I coax.

She exhales.

“Open your legs for me.”

She does.

“Feet flat against the bed.”

“Oh God,” she says as she raises her knees and her thighs fall open.

I’m momentarily paralyzed, in awe of the wondrous view before me.

Time to take it up a notch.

I stick my hand inside the ice bucket. I curse under my breath as I wiggle it around, sloshing ice cubes to the wood floor.

“What are you doing?” Jules asks.

“I want to make sure our second time together is as memorable as the first,” I inform her.

“Just being with you makes it memorable,” she says.

After a few torturous, long seconds, I pull out my hand, my skin pink from the coldness. “That’s sweet, but I don’t mean it quite like that.”

“What do you––” her question gets lost, too startled by my wicked surprise. “Ha!” Jules gasps when my icy fingers plunge deep inside her.

Her back bows from the mattress, and her arms lift above her head as she lets out a strangled noise.

I immediately take away the discomfort by lowering my head to her pussy and soothing her with my warm mouth. Her juices drip against my tongue, coating my throat.

Fucking sweet.

I do it again.

And again.