Melting Ice

Part 1

I wanted it. I needed it. But I wanted it to be special. I was breathing hard. My whole body was burning up. I felt like I was on fire. Deep in my stomach, I felt an aching sensation that was becoming more erratic and demanding. I was getting excited. My lungs felt short of breath and my nipples tingled. Besides the heat of my body in nervous embarrassment and excitement, I felt his scorching glare.

'Him, oh my god, him!'

I looked up from the soft carpet beneath my feet to see him standing there watching me like I was his prey, a delectable tasty meal to be devoured in one bite. But I'm so small, I'd only be a tiny morsel of his dinner. An appetizer, or if I'm lucky maybe his dessert.

I blush looking away. I'm not used to the feeling of being wanted. Fuck! But I hate being sensitive. I'm not just some blushing idiot damsel in distress. I'm a women. An inexperienced women, but a women none the less.

'I won't shy away.' I tell myself.

Forcing my gaze back up in his direction, I look at him in the soft light of his bedroom. Oh my god his eyes, as cold as ice, a shockingly clear blue, and yet, burning a whole right through me. My body quivers in anticipation. Taking in his whole face, I see the chestnut brown hair and my fingers itch to run them through his soft waves. Below his eyes are his prominent cheekbones, giving him a slightly exotic look. His chiseled jawline led up to the most succulent lips that could ever be tasted.

'Mmmm, how I want to taste him', I think to myself.

Next are his full and thick shoulders that lead down to biceps and washboard abs. and just below that...

'Damn!' My view is block by his sexy-as-hell low hung jeans that mold to his body. Even without seeing what lies within, I know it's big. Really big. But for now I'll just have to enjoy the view of the triangle shaped lower abdomen, which is surrounded by to thick power hips that could do deadly things to a women.

I imagine him thrusting.... Back and forth...in and out...back and forth...'Ohhhhh God...'

Before I finish exhaling, he's in front of me in a flash.

"Are you sure?" he asks.

I simply nod, nervous beyond belief.

His previously expressionless face morphs into one of pure lust and hunger. Gently, and oh, so very slowly he reaches for the hem of my shirt. I feel the fabric gather on my sides and up over my head until it's completely off. He leans in gently and kisses my left collarbone, then my right, then to the middle right above my breasts. A light feathery touch, almost unnoticeable, and yet, I'm practically wriggling on the ground from the inferno fire within. His lips slowly drag downwards, in between my bra covered breasts, down to my belly button, where his lips part and his tongue dips into my belly button. I shiver in response.

Going even lower, his expedition of my body is hindered by my skinny jeans. He growls low in his chest, and before I can dart away, He nips my hip with his sharp teeth, just above my jeans. I squeal in shock and push my hands against his chest, making him tip backwards on his knees, falling onto his back. I jolt across the room, but before I can make it very far, he's suddenly behind me, pressing up against me, which stirs, not only my lower body, but definitely his, where its pressed up against my firm ass. He presses my chest onto the side of his king size bed, so that my ass is pressed outward. He leans forward over me and breaths next to my ear.

"NO."

Anger flares at his obvious command. I turn my head to the side and say "YES."

He growls again. I look up into his eyes out of the corner of mine, and I see his eyes dilate and turn a deadly silver. I gulp in nervousness and start to struggle, but it's hopeless because of his overpowering weight.

In a flare of his own anger, he reaches around to the front of my jeans, and tears open the zipper, causing my jeans to fall loosely at my hips, where he lifts them and pulls the jeans off, leaving me in only a skimpy black lacy bra and panties. He drags his sharp teeth up my back quickly, but not enough to break the skin. He then sits up starts running his big warm hand up and down my back. He grabs my hips and ass and crushes them to his groin where he rubs up and down, exciting the sensitive flesh under my thin underwear. He leans forward again and moans in my ear.

The whole time I'm crying inside...

'Ohhhh... MMMMmmmm.....UhhhhhhhhhMMMMmmmmm'

But I refuse to let him have power over me, even if it is sexual heaven.

He notices my reluctance to voice my feeling and growls "MOAN."

I nod defiantly.

Nipping the back of my shoulder, he growls then snaps the back of my bra, causing a sharp pain in my back before the straps fall loose around my shoulders. He pulls my upper chest up from the bed and the loose bra falls to the ground. He then quickly shoves my chest down on the bed, pushing my breasts into the mattress.

I whimper in slight pain and he reaches under me to cup my breasts, one in each hand, and soothes the pain, gently massaging them.

"MOAN." He commands again.

Still I refuse. 'I change my mind, I'm not ready', but I only think that in my head, not daring to say it out loud for fear of punishment.

He pulls one hand out from under me and roughly grabs my underwear, ripping them from my body. I shriek, not in pain, but in surprise. Now I'm fully naked. But he's not.

'Lets change that.' I think to myself. 'You know what they say, If you can't beat em', join em'. Let's play'.