Breaking Ice

Chapter 10

Chloe

The sauna somehow felt 100 degrees hotter as I wet my lips trying to process just exactly what he asked. I can't back out of it, can I? Do I really want to?

As he steps towards me, I step back but it's a sauna not designed to be wandered around so soon the back of my knees hit the bench. He caged me and I got no escape plan in mind. My brain isn't exactly working properly. I'm a prey and by the looks of it, he is starved. His arms flex as he puts them on the bench on either side of me, lowering himself to my height.

"Say yes, Kotenok." only a few inches separate us and this close, even with dull lighting, I can see how large his pupils are, barely any blue left. He is turned on and I am too. Not sure if it's the previous alcohol or I am just insane but 'No" doesn't even cross my mind as I nod.

"I need you to use your voice." his voice is low but I can definitely distinguish the tenderness as he allows me to find my voice. My head is screaming so many things but my tongue can only say one word.

"Yes." It is barely a whisper but it is enough and his lips touch mine slowly, tentatively, letting me lead. But now I got the taste and the minty breath of his is better than oxygen. His lips are soft and all I want is to bruise them. I want to ruin them and for everyone to know who the artist is.

I said I was shy, not inexperienced and I didn't waste much time to deepen the kiss, biting softly, for now, his bottom lip and he lets me control this. He parts his mouth and I let my tongue explore his. I don't think I need to inhale to survive anymore, he is like my kryptonite. I won't be gone as long his lips are on mine.

He is one to pull away but I barely get to breathe for a second as he smashes his lips back on mine, his hands are no longer on the bench, they are all over me.

He explores my waist, my thighs, my arms. He isn't very careful nor subtle about the need to have his hands touch every part of me but he still avoids touching the covered parts of me. I moan into his mouth as he squeezes my sides, it is almost painful but I'm sucker for a bit of it.

Deepening the kiss even more, if it is even possible at this point, I try to tell him without my voice and he reads me like an open book. He squeezes slightly harder and my back arches at the sting.

I press my boobs against his chest and try to move my pussy closer to him but his hold on me is harsh so all I could do is try and fail. Over and over again. I haven't been so turned on and desperate from just a kiss. I'm like a bitch in heat but I don't care anymore.

If he won't touch me anywhere that is closed it is my job to change that. I reach out behind and find a little bow at the top and tig on the strings. The bikini falls from the top and I know he can feel it. He pulls away and stares at me. He doesn't just look at my boobs but he looks at my face, at my flushed cheeks and my most likely bruised lips. He explores my body slowly like he has all the time in the world.

"You are so fucking stunning." He whispers against my lips but he doesn't kiss my lips anymore. He trails his lips over my chin and down to my neck. He licks and bites softly, hard enough to feel but not to leave a mark.

His pace is torturously slow, my hands move of their own accord digging into his hair and pulling him closer to me. I'm desperate and my nipples are incredibly hard and I just need him to suck and bite on them. I held myself for long enough.

I pull on his hair but that earns me just a throaty laugh but he doesn't rush. Not an inch of my skin is left untouched on his way down.

I almost scream in pleasure or relief as his mouth finally wraps around my nipple as he sucks on it, his teeth biting down at the same time. He uses one of his hands to keep it in place but his other tends to my other nipple. Pulling and tugging as I cry out from the verge of pain and pleasure.