Page 98 of Expose on the Ice

We both moan as I sink into her tight heat, a sensation we’ve both clearly missed during our weeks apart. Lily’s nails dig intomy shoulders, her legs tightening around me as I bottom out. I pause for a moment, savoring the feeling of being surrounded by her.

Lily rolls her hips impatiently. “Move, Carter. Please.”

I start to thrust, slow and deep at first, gradually building up speed. The water from the shower cascades over us, adding to the sensual atmosphere. Lily’s breasts, pert and perky, bounce a little with each thrust.

“Oh god,” Lily moans, her head falling back against the tile. “Harder, Carter.”

I oblige, pounding into her with abandon. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes in the bathroom, mingling with our moans and gasps. Lily’s walls are starting to flutter around me again, and I know she’s close.

LILY

Carter’s grip on my ass tightens, and he begins to thrust into me even harder. Each powerful stroke sends waves of ecstasy through my body. I can barely keep my eyes open as the pleasure mounts, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Oh, yes! Right there!” I cry out, feeling the heat building inside me. My nails dig into his shoulders, anchoring me against the intense sensations.

Carter’s face is a mask of concentration and raw desire, his hips snapping forward with relentless precision, driving him deep inside me. The feeling of his thick cock, hard and what feels like a mile inside me, pushes me towards a wonderful climax.

I come hard around him, my inner walls clenching and convulsing in a blinding explosion of pleasure. Carter groansdeeply, holding me tight as I ride out the waves, my body twitching and shuddering uncontrollably.

Carter’s groan rumbles deep in his chest as he tries to hold back, but I can feel the mounting pressure in every thrust. The angle has me gasping, and the slick heat of water mixed with our sweat adds a layer of sensuality.

“Lily, I can’t… I’m close,” he pants, his jaw tight with restraint.

“Finish inside me,” I say, my words barely a whisper.

His eyes darken with animalistic hunger, the words pushing him over the edge. With one final, powerful thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside me, his entire body going rigid, as if preparing to unleash a powerful force.

A guttural moan escapes his lips as his cock throbs and pulses, the hot jets of his release flooding my core. The sensation sends another wave of pleasure through my whole body, intensifying the aftershocks of my orgasm.

My body clenches around him, milking every drop as he pulses deep inside me. I feel overwhelmed by the feeling of his warmth spreading within me, the connection so intimate it borders on sacred, because it feels like it signifies we’re back.

His arms hold me close as we both ride out the remnants of our shared ecstasy. The intensity of our release leaves us breathless, even as the water continues to fall on us, soothing our heated bodies. Carter’s forehead rests against mine, his breath hot and ragged against my lips.

“You are wonderful,” he says, the words drenched in awe and satisfaction.

“Not bad yourself…” I say.

We linger there, wrapped in each other and the misty cocoon of the shower, the world outside fading into insignificance. This moment, raw and real, is everything – the culmination of tension, anticipation, and undeniable love.

Finally, Carter slowly eases out of me, the loss of his warmth sparking a shiver through my body. But he holds me firm, not letting me slip away. He smiles down at me, a boyish grin that contrasts with the intensity we just felt.

After a while, we get out of the shower, hungry for food now we’ve feasted on each other. Carter leads me by the hand, his touch gentle, not letting go even as he reaches for a towel. He wraps it around me and pats me dry, his eyes never leaving mine, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“Your turn,” I say, grabbing another towel and returning the favor.

As I run the towel over his broad shoulders and chiseled chest, I can’t help but marvel at how far we’ve come. From adversaries to lovers, our journey has been anything but smooth. Yet here we are, stronger for having weathered the storm together.

And it’s moments like these that make my heart swell with love for him.

Just then, my phone buzzes on the bathroom counter. I reluctantly pull away from Carter to check it. When I read the message, I’m overcome with laughter.

“What?” He says, smirking. “Don’t tell me that’s Frank again?”

“It’s Jess,” I say. “She wants to know if we’ve ‘kissed and made up’ yet.”

Carter chuckles, coming up behind me and resting his chin on my shoulder. “I’d say so.”

I feel a blush creep up my cheeks. “Maybe we should let her know we’re okay.”

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