Recipe for Love: Breakfast in Bed {BoyxBoy} [ON HOLD TEMPORARILY]

Ice! Ice! Baby! (Do Do Do Doodle-ooh-do!)

Stuart pinched off the leaves and gripped the strawberry between his teeth, gently removing the loose gag from between my lips. He bent and I took the other end, our lips brushing lightly as I bit down. It was juicy and sweet, easily allowing it to quickly slip to the back of my throat causing me to choke. Tilting my head to the side, the only thing I could manage in my current position, I spluttered and coughed it out.

“You okay?” he asked, worry etched on his face.

“Think so,” I gasped, “How sexy am I? Just no more food now, please. Unless you’re planning on untying me?”

I didn’t think so. Stuart simply smiled and turned back to the tray.

What on Earth is he up to, now?

I closed my eyes and tried to regain my breath after my little episode, then hissed as something cold and wet was placed on my chest.

Stuart had an ice cube between his fingers and trailed it lightly over my collarbone, kissing my jaw as he did. The combination of the freezing ice and Stuart’s warm lips sent shivers down my spine and all the tiny hairs on my neck stood on end.

The ice cube was then brought to my chest and he quickly slipped it across my nipples. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry; it was such an unusual sensation. Stuart followed the water trail with his tongue, taking care to bring heat back to every inch of my body that had suffered the ice’s touch, touching his lips against my skin every so often.

A small sound escaped my mouth, a mixture of a sigh and a moan. I was enjoying this immensely and he could tell, so he ran the ice cube across my stomach. The coldness caused my breathing to become quick and shallow, my stomach to rise and fall, and the tiny river left behind the ice to spread. My whole body trembled with the conflicting temperatures and the hormones rushing through me.

“Stuart,” I sighed, struggling to form any semblance of a sentence together. He came back towards my head and rested his cheek on mine.

“I know,” he whispered into my ear, nipping my lobe slightly.

He then returned to my stomach and trailed kisses downwards towards my navel as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of my underwear. He could see I was straining to be free of them and clearly thought it only fair to help.

When he had removed my only item of clothing, Stuart sat straddling my right leg and kissed me, deeply and intensely, running his hands up my body, following my arms before lacing his fingers with mine. Hands locked, bodies pressed together, I almost melted as the ice had. I was convinced I had died and gone to Heaven.

Corny, I know...

I was soon brought back to Earth, though, as he kissed my neck. I could feel his teeth, his smile, against my skin as he moved to my shoulder, then my chest, every kiss as light as the last. When he reached my stomach I was ready to scream at his to untie me, but his warm tongue stole my every breath.

The shock of Stuart taking me in his mouth so suddenly forced me head to jerk back and I smacked it on the headboard, grunting. Luckily, he hadn’t seemed to have noticed.

I have to get out of these bloody restraints! I thought, attempting to reach them with my teeth.

This, Stuart did seem to notice because he looked up and saw me snapping at the bindings like a crazed turtle. Laughing softly, he stopped what he was doing and untied me. I instantly wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him onto me, locking his lips with mine.

I’d had a taste and now I was ravenous!