Luna IV - Part I

Part 1, Chapter 6

CHAPTER SIX

Zenobia wasn't sure which feeling was worse: dread or anticipation. She didn't struggle; she had a feeling she would need her energy, and she had to keep her wits about her...or what was left of them where he was concerned. In her nervousness her mouth had gone dry. She tried to lick her lips as she realized the house wasn't as cool as it was before. It was if he changed the climate of the house.

He returned with a small bowl of ice and set it on the bedside table.

Zenobia took a deep calming breath. "I said I was sorry."

"You said it, yes..." He was calm as he took off his shirt, making her long to stroke his chest. He kicked off his boots and socks. "But you didn't mean it, Zen." He unbuttoned his trousers, and let them slip to his ankles, stepping out of them easily.

She turned away, closing her eyes from his body and the erection she'd never been allowed the taste of. She heard his soft teasing laughter and the clink of the ice in the bowl before feeling his weight on the bed and then on her body. She turned her head and opened her eyes to find him on his hands and knees over her.

No storm of anger raged in Andreas's eyes, and she wondered what she was in for. Those deep set pools were the color of a gentle sea. Rage and anger she was ready for, but not this. She watched his eyes lower, seeming to heat each part of her body as they passed, and she found herself taking in broad shoulders, sculpted chest and arms which led to a flat muscled abdomen that led to his manhood, hanging down between them. Her mouth parted slightly. She suddenly felt short of breath.

"I want your eyes—" Her head snapped back up to his blue gaze right before he kissed each of her eyes. "Closed."

The next sensation was his lips, firm but soft, nibbling hers. Part of her wanted to nibble right back, and part of her wanted to be as still and quiet as the grave.

She didn't realize she was holding her breath until she heard the clink of ice. Then she felt his hot tongue and cold ice swirling and alternating inside her mouth. She responded in kind, sucking his tongue in thirst and in a plea for mercy from what she could only imagine would happen. The cube melted quickly in their combined heat, and she heard the clink of ice again from the bowl as his mouth left hers.

Once again, she felt his lips, cooled by the ice, trailing on her neck and setting off a wave of chills on her skin and flutters in her lower depths. She felt his lips part and the edge of an ice cube draw patterns on her neck. It was in his mouth, she knew; she could still feel the warmth of his breath in contrast.

He then licked the excess water from her skin. She twisted underneath him, arching to his body, his caress, helplessly enjoying it. He quickly took her breast into his mouth, and she gasped softly. The ice hardened the nipple quickly, made it tighten almost painfully for an altogether different reason. She groaned, twisting again, but there was more agitation. He went to the other, and she was twisting in frustration.

He kissed her again, allowing the ice to melt in their mouths, and then asked, "Sorry?" She didn't know what to say, and she heard him chuckle at her apparent inner struggle. She heard him take another ice cube and in one motion, parted her legs and pushed it against her.

A strangled cry came from her, half surprise, and half rapture. She felt his tongue and the ice alternate against her, applying pressure inside her most private place while he sucked the soft folds that surrounded it. She moved against him, shivering, moans coming from her that she couldn't contain. She gyrated wildly, her insides opening in silent invitation for him to warm and claim, but he wouldn't. He brought her to the very edge, and stopped, crawling over her and then rubbed the tip of his erection up and down her slit.