The Stranger

Chapter 13 - Alex

When I opened my eyes in the morning, she was in my arms. Naked. The sound of her breathing against my chest was music to me. Her hair was messy, the little makeup she had been wearing was smudged, and she was perfect. She looked like a peaceful angel, soft and warm, sleeping in my embrace.

I didn't know how much time passed before I woke again. This time, Cassandra was slipping out of bed, pulling on my shirt as she walked out of the bedroom. I followed her, catching her in the kitchen.

"Covering your naked body should be a sin," I said.

She jumped, startled, and the flow of water from the tap on the fridge door stuttered as she looked at me.

"You scared me!" she exclaimed, a playful lilt in her voice. She continued to fill her glass, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I didn't want to wake you. I was thirsty."

I stepped closer, my eyes locked on hers. She stopped moving, holding her glass, her gaze flickering between curiosity and a spark of mischief. I reached out and took the glass from her hand, my fingers brushing against hers. I pressed the ice dispenser button, filling the glass with ice, and took a long sip.

"I don't—" she began, her voice soft but questioning.

"Shhh," I interrupted. "No talking."

I leaned in and touched my cold lips to her neck, tasting her skin and feeling her sharp intake of breath. She tilted her head to the side, granting me better access, and I pressed my body against hers, lifting her onto the counter. She obeyed me without a word, her lips slightly parted as her eyes searched mine.

I took another sip of water, leaving an ice cube in my mouth. Slowly, deliberately, I kissed her neck, her skin heating under my cold touch. Her breathing quickened. My hands reached for the shirt she was wearing—my shirt—and unfastened the two buttons holding it closed. I didn't rush. I peeled the fabric back just enough to expose the middle of her chest, the smooth lines of her stomach.

Reaching into the glass, I plucked another ice cube and gently ran it along her lips.

"Hold this between your teeth," I commanded. "Don't drop it. Don't swallow it. Just hold it."

She nodded, her compliance perfect, and I placed the cube between her teeth. The glass now forgotten behind her, my hands were free. They slid beneath the shirt to claim her waist. I kissed her again—her neck, her shoulders, the curve of her breasts. I felt her struggle to contain the sounds threatening to escape her as my mouth closed around her nipples.

She held that ice cube like the good girl she was, even as I moved lower, my lips travelling down her stomach. Her legs parted for me without a word. I kissed her thighs, first one, then the other, my tongue tasting the soft skin as I worked my way back up. I teased her groin, stopping just short of the place I knew she wanted me most.

I slipped two fingers inside her, watching her expression as a half-moan slipped out, muffled by the ice. I grinned, the cube melting in her mouth, the water dripping down her chin and onto her chest. A single drop trailed towards her stomach, and I leaned in to catch it with my tongue, following its path all the way back up to her neck, her jaw, her lips.

"Remember," I murmured against her ear, "don't drop it."

She nodded, her submission flawless. My fingers curled inside her as my thumb found her clit, rubbing slow circles. Her breath hitched. I moved lower, finally taking her into my mouth. Her hips bucked as I licked her, my tongue insistent, owning her. She was wet, needy, perfect.

"Do not cum until the ice has melted," I ordered, my voice firm.

She nodded again, the cube still between her teeth, her control exquisite even as her body writhed under my touch. I flicked her clit lightly with my finger, then harder, watching her eyes flash with a mix of pain and pleasure. The ice cube was nearly gone, but she held on.