Page 40 of Icebound Attraction

The ambrosia of the gods.

Her orgasm is the most beautiful sound I've ever heard. With one hand, I unbutton my jeans and remove my boxers, freeing my dick which seems to leap out of its straitjacket. I sigh with pleasure, because I can't stand the cramped conditions any longer.

Straightening up on her elbows, Emily watches me, her tongue licking her lips greedily. She seems to enjoy what she sees and slides down on all fours on the sofa to take hold of me. With a firm hand, she jerks me off, sharing her flavor of a kiss with me. Then, slowly, with burning eyes, she descends between my legs to suck me off.

I hiccup as I feel her lips close over my dick and my mouth forms a circle as I exhale. I squeeze her bare butt as she thrusts me in and out against her tongue.

My hand grasps her hair, and I can't help but follow her movements, as in the most erotic dreams I've ever had about the two of us.

If she keeps this up, I'm gonna come...

Finally, she detaches herself from me, sucks on my glistening glans again and comes to sit astride my thighs. Her mouth nibbles my ear before whispering.

“Do you have a condom?”

I've got some! But I'm reluctant to tell her, as it wouldn't be the right moment. So, I reach over to the console behind the couch, pop the lid on a small basket, and grab a condom between two fingers. With a sure hand, I rip it off before slipping it over my more-than-stretched dick.

Emily then latches onto the back of my neck, and in a divine sensation, she comes to impale herself on me.

“Fuck...” I moan, as she begins to undulate her pelvis.

Not that I thought she was inexperienced, but her skill electrifies me. I give in and we soon find a common rhythm, surrendering completely to each other.

We're both close to climax and exchange kisses charged with desire, pleasure and lust. Her moans get louder and I can't hold back any longer. She makes circular movements with her hips, pushing us both towards orgasm.

Sweating and out of breath, she detaches herself from me and swings to my left, her head resting against my shoulder.

For quite a while, we stand there in silence, coming to our senses, and I wonder what could be going on in her head.

It wasn't planned. It really wasn't.

I was determined to distance myself, to tell her that we had to keep our relationship strictly ‘professional’ in the context of our studies and her job as a journalist.

You've done it, Liam!

I turn my head and look at her.

The sex with her was incredible. Emily is amazing!

Her eyes are closed, and she seems completely absent.

“Are you okay?” I ask, unable to stand the silence any longer.

“More than fine,” she says, looking up at me.

“Would you like a drink?”

I stand up, grabbing my boxer shorts as I go before removing the condom. She nods and smiles.

“I think we can finish our beers...” she advances amused.

I run into the bathroom for a moment and when I come back, she's already dressed. I can't contain my disappointment at seeing her beautiful body back under her clothes.

She bites her lip, and I can see she wants to say something. Her gaze seems pensive and uncertainty suddenly shows in her eyes.

“Is something wrong?” I ask eyebrows furrowed.

“It was incredible, Liam...”

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