Melting Ice

Part 2

And with that decision in mind, I go on offense. I flip over underneath him, giving him a full view of my perky breasts. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him forward, I urge to my to lick, suck, at this this point, do anything with my breasts. Finally he does Latching onto my right breast, sucking like a starving man.

‘Oh GOD! That feels so good’ I think to myself, but all this time I have yet to utter a single word.

But before I get too distracted with the pleasure, I put my plan into action. I unwrap my legs from around him, slowly sliding off the bed to sit in front of him.

‘Perfect!’

Before he has a chance to react and pull me back up to ravish me, I lean forward and stick my tongue in his belly button, effectively distracting him. I slowly lick a path downward, just like him. But this time, I keep going downwards, until my face in front of the huge bulge in his jeans. I kiss the bulge and it jumps inside his pants. I then open my mouth a warmly exhale, causing him to grab onto my shoulders in a dominating gesture.

Angers spikes through me again, so I nip his thigh through his jeans, right below his package, and he growls. This brings a smile to my face. Just to torture him, I slowly lower the zipper to his jeans, teasing him. I pull his jeans down and am rewarded with a better view of his sexy waist and shapely ass. I get his jeans all the way off, but before I can pull his boxers down, he reaches down and pulls me up by the waist, and while doing so, and drags my body along his until I’m standing up. He leans forward places a short kiss on my lips, but I want more. I put my arms around his neck and pull him closer. He takes that as an invitation pushes his tongue past my lips, plunging into my mouth. He swirls it around, rubbing it sensually against my tongue, almost as if he were trying to seduce my mouth. It worked.

His hands that were holding my waist moved so that one was on my stomach, pushing me back onto the bed, while he slid up my body to grab my hands and hold them above my head. I slide backwards, giving him room to climb up on the bed on top of me.

He leans down, claiming my mouth once more. My hands struggle to get free, wrestling with his, wanting to tangle my fingers in his hair. He allows it, bringing his warm palms down to my hips and rubbing his fingers up and down my rib cage. Up and down… up and down… My nerve endings were going crazy.

‘But now, it’s my turn’.

I rock to the right, then swing my whole body to the left, rolling to get on top of him. He chuckles. I slowly and sensually slide my body down until my face finds its prize, hidden behind some boxers.

‘These will have to go’ I say to myself.

Grabbing the tops off the boxers with my teeth, I pull down, until…