Chapter 49
Sleep doesn”t comeeasy when we”re home. My head is thumping, I am replaying the conversation between me and my dad and I hate that”s where the evening took us. I honestly thought he would be okay, but he can”t seem to let it go. I know it isn”t ideal. I get it, I really do. But, I also don”t. Sighing, I”m bored at staring at the ceiling. Climbing out of bed, I pad downstairs to the living room and turn the TV on. Moving towards the kitchen, I pour some milk into the pan and let it simmer. It”s quiet and peaceful. The sunrise is just around the corner, ready to greet the day, but I”m not ready for morning yet.
Turning off the gas, I reach for a mug and pour my milk then drizzle a little honey before stirring it. Cupping it, my hands slowly warm. The hum of the freezer draws my attention and I suddenly have a craving for ice. I am salivating just thinking about the crunch. Placing my mug down on the countertop, I tug the freezer drawer and my eyes light up when I see the ice compartment full. I pick a piece, popping it past my lips and crunch down, and it was too satisfying. I needed more. What the fuck. I hadn”t had one single craving, but here I was, raiding the freezer like an addict. I grab a plastic jug from under the stove and fill it to the brim. Holding my ice in one hand, milk in the other, I quietly walk towards the living room and sink onto the sofa. I have one of Keaton”s oversized tees on, I smile when his scent drifts up and fills my nose. Placing my jug and mug onto the glass coffee table, I tug the sofa throw up and over my body then like a happy kid who has her candy waiting, I reach for my ice, popping another piece into my mouth as I flick through the streaming app. I settle on Something Borrowed and drop the control into my lap. I”m not alone long when I hear the heavy footsteps of Keaton.
“Hey,” sleep masks his usual gravelly tone and my skin prickles. His thick brown hair is sticking up in numerous places, eyes puffy and full of sleep. Wearing low rise pajama pants, his Adonis belt proudly on show. A dusting of brown hair forms from his pants waistband and up to his belly button, breaking for a while until more is scattered across his broad, toned chest.
“Hey,” I say as I crunch down on more ice and I see his lips pout, one eye closed, the other watching me.
“What you eating?”
“Ice,” I say in a mocking tone. I mean, surely, he can see it”s ice right?
“I can see that, but why?”
Don”t make sense.
I shrug, smiling when I see Kate Hudson and Ginnifer Goodwin dancing on the large screen in front of me. “Craving?”
“Yeah?” he hums, sitting down next to me.
“Yeah,” I nod.
“I”ve got a craving,” his voice is slow, and I know that tone. My mouth is open, ice between my fingers and the ice water is running down my wrist.
“For ice?” I act dumb and he shakes his head from side to side, leaning over and lowering his mouth over the ice and licking it erotically, his hot breath on my cold fingers and pleasure ripples deep inside of me, I press my thighs together just as he sucks the ice from between my fingertips.
Lifting the blanket from me, his eyes rake over me and tired Keaton is long gone. He clicks the TV off then leans across me, turning me to face him then pushing me back gently so I am laying on the sofa.
He looks at the nearly empty and melted jug of ice and tuts in a disapproving matter.
“This will not do,” he shakes his head softly, his hair flopping forward, and it takes everything in me to not run my fingers through it and fix it. His long fingers dip into the jug and pulls the last piece of ice out and purses it between his lips. He stands, and I watch, lips parted, chest heaving at the sight in front of me. It doesn”t matter how much I see this man with my own eyes, I will never tire of how beautifully sexy he is. And he is all mine.
One step, two step and his leaning down, the gold chain that has my wedding band on dangling and my fingers wrap round the delicate metal.
Our lips inches apart, breaths heavy and eyes dipping as the quiet teasing between us intensifies. We always say we won”t do this anymore, but it”s pointless even wasting breath on saying the words. Because as soon as we”ve entered this force field that surrounds us, we”re doomed.
Iced water drips from his mouth onto my lips and I know how it feels yet I gasp as if surprised, and that”s when he kisses me, passing the ice through his lips, his tongue rolling it around my mouth, and I am hot and ready for him. His fingers are not touching me, hands not grabbing and his body isn”t even on top of me yet I am writhing beneath him because I can”t get enough. I need more. Within seconds the small ice cube has disintegrated into nothing but water that I drink down like I”m dehydrated. Desperate.
“Be right back,” he smirks against my lips, breaking away and I swear I could come from just him looking at me like he wants to devour me. I say nothing, just brace myself with panting as I wait for him to return. I look down at myself, wish I would have changed but why does it matter because within minutes he will have this tee off and over my head and I’ll be naked under his touch, his lips, his body.
My body stiffens when I hear his footsteps hitting the hard floor in the hallway, knowing he is seconds away from sending me to seventh heaven.
“Look at you,” he groans, and I don”t miss the chance to sneak a peek at him in the lowly lit room. He is a God.
“Look at you,” I raise my brows and it”s a cheap come back but honestly, I just want him. I eye the jug of ice and I clench my thighs together.
“Still craving ice, baby?” he asks, looking at the jug then back to me and it takes me a moment to register what he has asked. I nod, eagerly. God, I am so needy.
His lips pull into a sexy smoldering smirk, and I am wet. Who am I kidding? I was wet when he first walked into the room. The sofa cushion dips slightly, his knee between my legs as he hovers over me, one hand beside my head, the other hooking out a cube of ice. He pops it into his mouth for just a second before pursing it between his lips and pinching it with his finger and thumb. I watch with intent, the way he moves towards me, his eyes hazy as the ice cube meets the skin on my thighs. Water runs between them as his other fingers play with the hem of the sage green tee. Lifting the cube from my skin, I instantly miss it.
“Open,” he orders softly, and I do, I pop my lips open and welcome the cube into my hot mouth. His hands are back on the hem of my tee, sitting me up gently and pulling it over my head before discarding it to the floor.
“So fucking beautiful,” he whispers, lips on my collar bone, hands kneading my heavy, aching breast.
My eyes flutter closed, my body heating up under his touch when I feel an iced coolness dance over my skin. Letting my lids open, his beautiful green eyes are on me and only me. He drags the ice cube lazily over my collarbone, then circles it round my hardened nipples whilst his mouth blows warm air on my other breast. He moves the fast-melting cube across and gives my nipple the same attention and my skin covers in cold goosebumps. Water pools on my skin and my breath catches at the back of my throat.
“I have plenty more, don”t you worry Blossom,” he croons and I lick my lips. He reaches for another and continues from where it melted, but now he runs it across my sternum, down to my navel then glides into my groin, wetting my cotton panties in an instant.
He hooks a finger round the waistband and gently pulls them from my legs and off my feet.
Water drips down my inner thigh just as one of his fingers tease at my soaked pussy.
“So wet,” he moans, eyes falling to my spread thighs, and I hate that I can”t see because of my bump.
A light moan vibrates in my chest as he plunges a finger deep inside of me and slips it in and out at a slow, teasing pace.
The ice is no more, but before I can take my eyes from him, his finger has hooked another cube of ice, this one a little larger than before. Dragging it over my other thigh, water drips between my thighs and I clench around his finger just as he curls it and rubs my g-spot.
“Oh,” I moan, head tipping back and that”s when I feel it.
Ice cold.
Right between my legs.
Fuck.
She is a fucking vision. Naked beneath me, skin glistening, tits swollen and full, legs parted and her cunt so fucking wet. I tease her with the ice, dragging it up and down her thighs as one of my fingers rubs the spot I know she so desperately needs relieving. I smirk, a boyish fucking grin on my face. Once the ice melts, I hook another from the jug. And honestly, I have never enjoyed ice as much as I do now.
Popping it into my mouth, I ignore the way my tongue burns from how cold it is. Lowering myself between her pretty thighs, I push the cube between my lips and onto her swollen clit.
“Oh,” she moans, the breath being snatched from her lungs when the coldness hits her clit, fingers twisted in my hair whilst the other grabs the sofa cushion as if she is bracing herself. My tongue rubs between her lips as I keep the ice pressed against her clit. It melts quickly, water running down her pretty cunt and I make it my mission to lap it up. I don”t give her a second to enjoy just my tongue, another ice cube is in my mouth and back on her, two fingers slip in with ease and I slowly fuck her, sliding in and out at a torturous rhythm and the sound of how wet she is making my cock pulse. Gliding the ice cube up and down her pussy, rubbing it over her clit whenever I reach the top and her moans fill the room.
“It feels so good,” she whimpers, her fingers tightening in my hair.
Water trickles over my fingers, my tongue there to clean up.
Another ice cube down, but it”s straight in my mouth and on her. Pulling my fingers from her, I drag the ice down and using my tongue, I push it inside of her. Two fingers slip in just as my tongue flicks over her clit and her body trembles. Sucking on her clit, my hand reaches up to her tits as I grab and grope her. Burying my tongue deeper, my fingers fuck her and her whole body stiffens.
“I”m going to come,” is all she manages.
“Come for me baby, come all over my tongue and fingers,” I beg, moaning as ice water trickles from her cunt, my tongue sucking on her clit once more and that”s when she soaks me, her arousal dripping down my hand and wrist, her body trembling as she cries, pleasure ripping through her.
“Such a dirty girl,” I smirk, kissing her clit and slowly removing my fingers but not before having one more taste.
I kneel up, looking down at her and I love it when she’s just came. Eyes all heavy and hazy, chest blotchy, skin shimmering and her lips are parted. She has the ”just came” look down perfectly.
“You okay?” I ask, my cock aching between my legs and she nods. I help her up and place a soft kiss on her lips and I expect her to cuddle into me. What I don”t expect is for her to be on her knees in front of me as she fists my cock from my pants and flicks her tongue over my thick head.
“You don”t have to do this ba...” and she fucking sucks me into her mouth, cock sliding down the back of her throat with ease. “Fuck,” I grunt, hands in her hair and I am mindful that she is pregnant with my babies. As much as I would love to throat fuck her right now, it”s not the one.
I ease back, pulling the tip of my cock to her lips and her wide eyes bat up at me. Slowly pushing my hips forward, she swallows me down and my head tips back and I know it won”t be long before I am coming down her pretty throat.
“I need you,” I moan, pulling out again, and this time, she leans back.
She stands, her hands on my chest as she pushes me back onto the sofa. I watch her, hair framing her face as she climbs onto my lap, knees either side of my legs. Her fingers wrapping round my cock as she rubs my head through her folds, pressing against her clit as she works herself up.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan, and she presses me at her opening. Eyes pinned to mine as she lowers herself over me, and I watch as her eyes roll into the back of her head, and I will never tire of how good she feels. I guide her, rocking her back and forth over me. It”s not going to be long, I can already feel my orgasm building, her pussy tightening and her moans sound like a symphony to me. Her nails dig into my chest, clawing at my skin, marking me and that”s when I lose it. My hands tighten on her hips, fingers digging into her skin as I lift her up and down my cock. Her trembling fingers circle her clit and her body trembles, head falling back and the sight of her being close to coming tips me over the edge, I skim my hand up her spine and wrap it round the back of her head as I guide her lips to mine. And that”s when we both lose it, both moaning into each other’s mouths as we come together.