Page 72 of Expose on the Ice

“Carter,” I moan, clutching at his head, my entire body trembling. “Don’t stop…”

His response is a low, guttural sound, and he continues his merciless assault, drawing me closer to the edge. It’s as if he knows exactly what I need, his mouth playing me like an expertly tuned instrument, his actions in bed as masterful as they are on the ice.

The coil of pleasure inside me tightens, winding impossibly tight as he brings me to the brink of ecstasy. But just when I think I can’t take anymore, Carter pulls back, his breath hot against my slick folds.

“No!” I say, my voice a desperate whimper of protest.

He laughs, the sound wicked and intoxicating. “Payback time,” he says.

I gasp another protest. The loss of contact is maddening, my body screaming for release. I think I have it, a moment later, his fingers tracing over my entrance, but never pushing inside, refusing me the engulfing pleasure I want.

I tremble with frustration, my need for him overwhelming every other thought. “Please, take me, Carter.”

His eyes lock onto mine, filled with a victorious gleam. “I like the sound of that,” he murmurs, his voice husky. “But not just yet.”

As his fingers brush over my clit again, my hips buck uncontrollably. His agonizingly slow torture continues, each touch designed to drive me wild. The pleasure, the need, the frustration – it all swirls together in a maddening dance. Whenone of his fingers finally slides into me, my body arches off the bed.

He curls his finger just right, but he keeps the pace infuriatingly slow. His control is absolute, and it only makes me want him more. My breath comes in desperate pants, every nerve ending in my body alight with desire.

I’m sure I will die if he doesn’t let me come.

Seeing me on the brink, writhing beneath him, seems to delight him. He adds a second finger, his thumb brushing over my clit. The fresh sensation elicits a broken cry from me, his fingers working me with an expert precision, the build-up making every sensation more intense, more unbearable.

“Okay, you’ve earned it,” he murmurs, placing a tender kiss on my inner thigh.

He finally surges forward, taking my clit into his mouth while his fingers thrust with more determination, the pleasure hitting me like a freight train. I shatter, my orgasm pulsing through me with a force that leaves me breathless.

The dam breaks. I come with a shattering force that tears a scream from my throat. My hips buck uncontrollably as waves of ecstasy wash over me, my muscles clenching around his fingers. Stars explode behind my closed eyelids, each pulse of pleasure stronger than the last.

I ride the waves of my orgasm, my mind blanking out everything except the overwhelming pleasure Carter is giving me. He doesn’t stop, his mouth and fingers continuing their relentless assault, drawing out every drop of my climax.

My body convulses, every inch of my skin tingling with aftershocks. As the tremors subside, I collapse back onto the bed, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I feel like I’ve been unraveled, every part of me laid bare by the force of my pleasure.

Carter finally withdraws his fingers, placing one last, gentle kiss on my clit that makes me shiver. He moves up my body, hisintense gaze locked onto mine. I see a mix of satisfaction and desire in his eyes, and it sends another thrill through me.

“That was…” I struggle to find the words. “Incredible.”

“No, that was payback,” Carter’s lips curl into a triumphant smile.

I raise an eyebrow. “So, you’re saying the score is one to one?”

He laughs. “Suppose so.”

An impish grin spreads across my face. “Time for me to go on the attack.”

Before he can respond, I roll out from under him and grab his belt. Straddling him, I push his wrists above his head and deftly tie the belt around his hands, securing them to the bedpost.

When I’m sure he’s secured, I let my hands roam over his muscular chest, tracing the lines and dips that make my mouth water. His eyes follow my every move, dark and intense, making me feel powerful and in control.

Scooting down, I kiss, lick, and nibble my way down his torso. Each touch elicits a low groan from him, his hips bucking slightly in response. By the time I reach his cock, it’s straining and pulsing, darkened with need.

Wrapping my hand around his thick shaft, I marvel at the heat and hardness of him. My tongue flicks out, teasing the swollen head, and he lets out a growl of approval. I lick him again, savoring the taste of his skin, and feel a fresh wave of wetness between my thighs.

Doesn’t seem like I’m done yet, and hecertainlyisn’t.

I take him into my mouth slowly, letting my lips stretch around his impressive girth. His breath hitches, and I revel in the power of knowing I can unravel him like this. Inch by inch, I move down his cock, feeling the way it throbs against my tongue.

With his cock buried in my mouth, he groans, his hips lifting off the bed. His hands flex in their restraints, desperate to touchme, to guide my head, but I’m not going to let him have that control. Or, not yet, anyway.

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