Page 47 of Home Ice

"Brant! Please." If he doesn't do this now, my underwear will seriously melt. And I'm sure melted panties are very damaging to countertops.

He chuckles. The low rumble is simultaneously arousing and infuriating. "So very impatient."

When he has my leggings below my knees, he slows, careful around my tender ankle. He watches my face for any sign of pain, but the only pain he's causing right now is from being so damn slow. I almost bend forward to rip them off, but I know he would stop me. So I force myself to lean back and wait for him to finally get them off. When he does, I spread again, and his lips curve up.

"Of course your fucking pussy is perfect too." He lowers himself to his knees and yanks me to the edge of the counter, lifting my legs over his shoulders in one clean motion. "This is mine, Lily."

He presses a thumb against my clit and then rolls around it. His thumb is rough, and it feels electric. I moan.

"Say it."

He presses his face against me, his tongue taking the place of his thumb, and I have to pinch my lips together to keep myself from screaming out. How can it feel this good?

"Lily?" He pulls away but teases a finger along my slit. Probing.

I reach out for him, but he just brushes my hand away. "We might need lube before—" His fingers slip inside me. My mouth snaps shut, and my body trembles.

"Lily?" he repeats.

It's like learning to speak all over again. I have to focus on moving my tongue and my lips in coordination as he moves inside me. "Brant." I barely get it out, and even then it sounds like little more than a breath.

Brant stops. When I look down to find him, he's staring at me. "Tell me this is mine." He doesn't give me a chance to say anything before he drops his head. He seals his lips around my swollen clit and sucks. But just as quickly, he rocks back on his knees, and I feel so naked and exposed and cold. "Or we can end here if you want."

Don't you fucking dare. I shake my head and try again. When he raises an eyebrow, I hold up a finger. I need to catch my breath. "It's yours." I would give this man anything right now as long as he doesn't stop.

"Good girl." His tongue teases and swirls around my clit again, and my thighs clench around him. His stubble is rough against my smooth skin. Nothing has ever felt like this.

"Say that again."

His eyes flick up to mine, and his lips curl into a smile. "You are such a very. Good. Girl." He punctuates each word by suctioning my clit, and the pressure that builds behind it threatens to overwhelm me.

I curl my fingers through his hair and squeeze. I might be hurting him, but I have to hold on to something. "Brant, I'm?—"

"Eyes on mine." He blows a cold breath across my sensitive bundle of nerves, and my whole body shivers. "I want to see the look on your face when I make you come."

He curves his fingers inside me just enough to catch a sensitive spot I never knew existed. His tongue licks, and then he sucks on me again. The pressure that was only behind my clit is spreading through my body now. My back arches, and it would be so natural to close my eyes and let my head roll back. But I keep my eyes on his, and I notice for the first time the copper and brown specks in his green eyes. My legs tighten even more around him as my body jolts.

"Brant!"

I angle my hips to press tighter against him as I ride out the orgasm. His tongue and fingers keep working as my muscles flutter. He doesn't stop until the last of my shudders passes.

"Fucking hell. " He cocks his head to the side, resting it on my thigh as he looks up at me. His cheeks are flushed, like he's the one who just had the best orgasm of his life. "That was even better than I fantasized."

"You fantasized about me?"

He nods his head. "I am going to do that to you over and over until you get sick of me."

"I've never had an orgasm that way before." As soon as I say it, I regret it. It's too much to share.

Brant leans forward to kiss me, and I taste myself on his lips. My body tightens again, pretending that it's ready for more, but I know if I have another one of those anytime soon, every one of my organs will give out. Some poor medical examiner will have to note "Cause of death is liver failure from multiple soul-destroying orgasms" and I don't want to be the reason someone had to write that sentence.

He slides his hands under my ass and lifts me from the counter. I'm caught off guard, so I scramble to throw my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. "Set me down. It's your turn." I move my hips across his unbelievably hard cock. It twitches as if it wants to get at me.

"Not today, Lily. You need to rest now."

"I need to do this." I stare at him with the saddest pouting face I can muster in the glow of an orgasm, but he shakes his head.

"Tell me what you meant when you said you've never had an orgasm that way."

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