Page 55 of Ice Devil

I eased down so I was straddling his thighs, allowing me to knead the muscles of his abdomen. With every swipe of my fingers, my fingertips were seared, but how interesting that the sensations were even greater, so much so I could barely catch my breath. His smile grew exponentially as I rubbed him, reminded of the massage from weeks before.

I’d missed this, more so than I’d wanted to tell myself. As I caressed him, I moved up and down, slickening his legs with my pussy. The deep core throb was more intense than ever, keeping me breathless with anticipation.

There was a point when I knew I couldn’t take it any longer, but I kept some sense of control, dipping my head so I could press my lips against his neck, moving ever so slowly to his collarbone.

He grumbled in response, his eyes now half closed. He looked even more sensual, which pushed me into holding my limited patience. But I was losing the battle with every stroke.

As he shifted on the comforter, I was driven into a near manic state, gyrating my hips up and down. Every muscle in my body ached, the tingling pain across my ass cheeks adding to the hunger that continued to build. Soon, I would be a complete mess if I wasn’t careful.

His grin remained, but I could tell he was also losing all sense of control. That’s what we did to each other, pushing the limits of extreme passion.

I scooted down further, enjoying the full body massage until my hands were just inches from nirvana. When I couldn’t take it any longer, I wrapped one hand around his cock, struggling with the burning desire. When my legs straddling the fronts of his calves, I leaned over, blowing across his cockhead.

My reward was a ragged moan, his body lurching.

“Don’t tease me,” he commanded.

“Or what?”

“You won’t like what happens.”

“My guess is I will.” I darted my tongue around the tip, savoring his musky scent. With his aftershave lingering in the darkest places in my body, I was certain the flames were about to combust, leaving us both in ashes.

The moment was crazy, my body rocking as we pushed each other’s buttons. He finally reached down, tangling his fingers in my hair as I darted my tongue across his sensitive slit. A few drops of pre-cum had already formed and the second I swiped my tongue through the delicious pearl beads, he allowed a single but powerful growl to erupt.

The sound flooded into the air, keeping me tingling all over. I twisted my hand around the base and could tell the friction was driving him crazy. When I slipped my hand between his legs, cupping his balls, he seemed to settle.

At least until I added a little pressure, squeezing while rolling his testicles between my fingers. My mouth watered to the point I couldn’t take it any longer. I took his cockhead into my mouth, using my strong jaw muscles in clamping like a tight vise.

“Jesus, woman. You’re going to kill me.”

With a tiny pop, I removed his dick long enough to drag my tongue down the underside, rolling it across one swollen ball. He seemed to love what I was doing, taking a few seconds to rip at my hair.

Slowing my actions, I took my time enjoying the moment, pulling a few inches of his dick into my mouth. The taste of him was sweet, more so than I’d thought possible. Almost instantly, my jaws ached from how huge he was, but I kept going, daring myself to be able to take every inch of him. With every inch I went down, I struggled to breathe, but nothing was going to stop me from achieving my goal.

I wanted him crazed and begging me to fuck him.

Somehow, I didn’t think that would happen and why? Because we were both crazed from desire, our actions close to becoming frantic. I rubbed one hand along the inside of his thighs, marveling at just how muscular it was, but my mind was blown by the intense ache in my jaw as I took another inch into my mouth.

When I lifted my gaze, I realized Beck was staring at me, watching me with a wild look in his eyes. Only there was more to the glazed appearance. They were shimmering, the limited light coming in through the open doors creating a luminous effect. How was it possible they were glowing metallic gold?

Didn’t wolves have beady little red eyes? At that moment, the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. My eyes watered and I choked.

“Be careful, woman. I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.” His dark chuckle was so possessive, full of innuendoes while he stroked my hair. Just like a master would do with his kitty curling around his legs.

I sucked harder, rolling up and down on his shaft while squeezing his balls. I was close to being euphoric, soft moans escalating around his dick.

He pretended as if he was completely relaxed while I feasted, but the wild beast inside was ready to break loose.

I knew the moment I was right when he pulled his hand free of my hair, brushing his fingertips down my arm. Within a flash, I was ripped away and up, the ease of his actions still shocking to me. It was as if I weighed nothing more than a feather.

Suddenly, my legs were spread wide across his face and before I could take a single breath, his tongue was buried inside my wet cunt.

“Shit.” I threw my head back, gasping for air that likely would never come. The pressure and wanton desire were both killing me.

I had a bird’s-eye view of the outside and for a little while, I concentrated on the sounds of the street below. But soon, he provided me with a reason never to be distracted when I was with him. Even while holding me aloft, he used both thumbs to torment me, rolling them around my clit and pussy lips while licking and sucking.

The noise of what he was doing was insane, so kinky and exaggerated I laughed nervously. Yet the more fervent his licks, the wilder my actions until I was riding his face, bucking hard until the bed was squeaking.