[xxx - mature content warning]
(Present time)
"Come on, Angel. Focus. You seem too distracted. I do not want you to jump in surprise. I'd rather not take a knee straight in the face." Ryo's laughter is muffled by the sensual sound of Lester Young's* saxophone.
* Lester Young - an American jazz saxophonist, active in the 1930s
Who would have thought that lazy kisses and cuddling combined with this amazing retro vibe could make a practical man like me giddy. Oh, who am I fooling? I am such a romantic.
For a hot moment I imagined us in the thirties, walking hand-in-hand along the pebbled beach in Dumbo, admiring the breathtaking view of the Brooklyn Bridge. Ryo would look gorgeous in one of those stylish, double-breasted tweed suits with perfectly pressed trousers and a fedora hat. An unruly strand of his long, black hair would always slip out and fall in front of his eyes, making him constantly tuck it behind his ear. I would be madly in love with him and blithely happy to spend every night in the small, smoky jazz club he likes to visit. Then we would sneak through the small streets to my apartment, which would be situated above a tiny bookstore in a dodgy neighborhood, and have noisy, sweaty sex in the early morning hours until we doze off from exhaustion and sleep off the day. And then it would all happen again.
I gulp heavily. Who put all these unbridled fantasies in my head? And more importantly, how did I muster up the courage to ask him to fulfill them? That is what watching too many old movies does.
"Hey!" He slaps my butt to take me out of the daze and attract my full attention. "Don't get carried away. Spread your legs more."
My man never does anything half-heartedly. It is always all or nothing. If I ask him to seduce me with melting ice and sexy music, he completely devotes himself to the task, takes my breath away and leaves me smitten and yearning for more. love is eternal. Now I realize that this was written in the stars long before we were born. My meeting with him has always been inevitable. It was never tied to a specific moment or place. I would have found him anywhere, anytime, at any age. We are meant to be together.
I feel a gentle kiss on my belly and hear his chuckle. Ryo often finds my naivety funny, and the way each new level of intimacy startles me a little in the beginning, because it is my first time for everything. I like it this way. He must know that there was no one before him. I give it all to the only man I have ever wanted.
My eyes follow his movements as he takes an ice cube and bites it between his teeth. My voice is shaky when I try to crack a joke. "Wait! Is this a revenge? You don't intend to freeze my cock, do you?"
Ryo shakes his head and pushes my knees further apart. The raw lust in his gaze says it all. The laughter is only on the surface. Deep inside, he takes this damn seriously. I relax back on the pillows and close my eyes. I guess, I have no choice but to surrender. He is a baddie. There will be no mercy, and I cannot wait for it.
"Fuck!" I yelp at the icy touch on the sensitive spot behind my knee. The cold slowly spreads up my inner thigh as he rubs the ice on the hot skin. I grit my teeth in anticipation, but the invasion stops a few inches from my groin. My breathing quickens. My muscles tense up. I hear a slurp, followed by crunching.
"Did you just eat the ice?" I giggle with relief. Apparently, my balls are saved from freezing. "Why? Still hungry?"
"Mhm," he only mumbles before taking my cock in his mouth.
"Oh, my God!" I shriek. This is the wildest sensation I have ever experienced. It feels like shoving your dick into a freezer, which is cold as hell, but burns at the same time. Ryo does not wait for me to adjust and pulls away. I scream louder as he instantly wraps his palm around my shaft. I bet his hand was inside the ice bucket all this time. Contrary to my expectation, I get painfully hard. He bites another cube and leans over me, letting the melting ice drip onto my nipples.
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