Page 39 of Icebound Attraction

After sweating it out and giving it my all, I take a quick shower and rush home. I should clean up a bit before Emily arrives. Not that I am messy, but I'd still like to make a good impression on her.

That's a new one...

Despite myself, I'm feeling nervous, and at the stroke of 7p.m., I hear a knock on my door.

Suddenly, my heart is pounding and I open my hand, almost trembling.

“Thank you for coming.”

“Please...”

“Come on in!”

I push myself off the frame and let her into my student room. Cautiously, she steps forward and looks around, as if expecting to see the entire hockey team tucked away in a corner.

“Can I offer you something to drink?”

Emily hesitates for a moment, then finally nods. I take two beers out of my small fridge, open them and hand her one. I invite her to sit on the couch and she continues to observe my world.

I feel a little intimidated having brought her into my personal space. Even though I've slept with a whole bunch of girls on campus, I always make sure they don't come to my room. It would be like inviting them into a part of my life, and I've always refused to do that. In the end, I was the one who suggested she comes. And so...

“Liam, why did you ask me to come?” she finally asks, staring at me with her big blue eyes.

I take a big sip and sit down next to her.

“I... er... so...”

The look on her face throws me off and I don't know where to start. And yet I've rehearsed my little speech dozens of times!

I put my beer on the table, and she imitates me, so that our hands bump into each other.

This simple contact triggers uncontrollable sensations inside me. My pants tighten, my reason stops, and I can't help but straighten up and press my mouth against hers.

Immediately, her lips receive me with the same surge of desire and my tongue savors hers. My hands grip her hips firmly, and I pull her onto me. She doesn't resist, and I feel her body pressing against mine, my crotch definitely on fire.

My fingers slide down her back, and I caress the curve of her butt. She moans against my mouth, supporting our kiss that hasn't stopped, and it's driving me crazy. Then I lift her shirt and explore her soft skin, reaching the clasp of her bra. She undulates her pelvis as if to urge me on, and I take that as consent. As I struggle with the fastening of her lingerie, her breasts press harder against my torso. Her hands clutch my hair and my mouth burns under her assault.

Damn, that's good.

I'm incredibly hot, my breathing is labored and my heart is almost out of my chest. I've never felt so attracted. Her lips make their way to my neck and she starts nibbling.

I moan in turn, and my hands follow the curve of her ribs to palpate her bouncing breasts. Under my palms, I feel her nipples harden, making my erection more painful. I need to see them, taste them, make them mine. This time, I break our contact to lift her top and toss it into a corner of my room. I remove her bra and release her magnificent breasts.

There, in front of me, topless, I admire her while she blushes a little.

“You're beautiful,” I say.

She leans in to kiss me hungrily. I tip her onto the sofa with ease, sliding her into my arms. In turn, I straighten slightly to remove my T-shirt, starting a skin-to-skin that consumes me.

Emily moans softly under my procession of kisses. I lick her neck, her collarbone, and move slowly down to her breasts, which I suck greedily. They taste of spring and fruit. My tongue glides, rolls, plays with her nipples and I hear her voice getting hoarser and hoarser. Finally, I release her from my torture, to resume my journey towards her belly button, which I kiss my way through. My fingers are already working on the button of her jeans, which I open with ease. I catch a glimpse of her panties, which makes me hard as a rock. Any more and I'll be cumming like a prepubescent in my boxers...

I pull at her pants to rid her of them, exposing her shapely thighs in the process. Unable to bear it any longer, I press my mouth to her intimacy through the thin fabric of her purple lace, searching with my fingertips for an entrance. Above my head, a concert of pleasure rings out, and I feel all the more encouraged.

Gently, eager to make her tense up, I spread her panties to take greedy licks. As she squirms, my index finger enters her and I moan to feel her so wet. Her excitement seems to match mine, and I end up pulling off the last of her clothes. She doesn't complain, and lets me maneuver her thighs apart, slipping a hand into my hair, which she grabs with force. Here, I revel in her pleasure.

It's delicious. Really delicious.

Her moans increase as my tongue speeds up. I suck on her clit, my finger delving further, and suddenly she tenses, cries out, and I drink her in with relish.

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