Page 48 of Melting the Ice

I both loved and hated that she was back to teasing me. I needed to feel her fingers on my skin. Her mouth on mine.

“Fuck superstitions,” I growled.

Her pupils were fully blown. “Are you sure? It’s game day, after all.”

“You have too many clothes on.” All I could think about was getting her underneath me or on top of me. I wasn’t picky at this point. I just needed her naked right fucking now. I shoved aside every doubt. Fuck, they were weak at best.

She leaned back. “We should fix that.” Then she pulled the oversized shirt she’d changed into earlier over her head, tossing it behind her and leaving herself in just a sports bra and yoga shorts.

“This should go too.” She shed her bra and shifted her body to quickly remove the rest of her clothes.

Then she sat back down on top of me, and I couldn’t decide where to look or touch first. Her breasts were perfect, with dark, pink-tipped nipples that were already pebbled and making my mouth water. I trailed one finger down her arm—her skin was so fucking soft.

“Fucking hell, you’re gorgeous. Stunning.” I wanted to worship her. To taste and tease every inch of her.

I lifted her in my arms, kicking the sheet down my body, and settled her back on top of me, her wet heat on my stomach. It took everything in me not to immediately shuck off my boxer briefs and plunge her down on my cock.

Her hands curled into my chest, her nails scraped my nipples, and I groaned.

“How much time do we have?” she asked, skating her fingers over my skin.

“Not enough,” I rasped, my hands moving to cup her breasts. I pinched her nipples, and she moaned. Fuck. I needed to taste her.

“Micah,” she gasped when I pulled one distended tip into my mouth and sucked while cupping her other breast. Her fingers fisted in my hair again, holding me to her body.

Her hand held my nape, not letting me go, as I moved from tasting one breast to the other. Her body pressed deeper against mine, and my cock ached for her.

“Fuck,” I murmured against her skin. She released her grip on my neck and reached behind herself to wrap her hand around my dick and give a gentle squeeze, her thumb grazing the moisture at the tip. I pumped my hips without thought and lashed my tongue against her nipple. I needed her underneath me. I didn’t want to come in her hand right now.

She pushed me back, her breast leaving my mouth with a pop. The look in her eyes made my entire body clench. Then she was lifting her hips, her hand releasing my dick while she moved. She dragged her wet center over the tip of my cock, and an inaudible sound fell from my lips.

“Maybe this will help with all your tension.” I didn’t miss the glimmer in her heat-filled eyes as she held my gaze and shimmied her body down over my thighs and then lower.

“That looks painful.” She wrapped her hand around my cock again and settled between my legs.

“Fuck me,” I whispered.

She grinned. “I’m getting there.”

Then her tongue darted out, licking the head of my dick, and my hand instinctually sank into her hair. I tried to keep my hold soft as she engulfed the tip, the warm heat of her mouth sending bolts of need to every nerve in my body. I wanted to punch my hips up and sink to the back of her throat, feel her swallow me whole, but I had some restraint, even if it was hanging by a rapidly disintegrating thread when she took me deeper.

“Fuck, Josie,” I growled as she lowered her head. The tip of my dick hit the back of her throat, her hand gripped the base, and she swallowed around my head.

Her hum vibrated me from root to tip, and I was embarrassingly close to coming immediately. I was too keyedup, and I wanted to enjoy everything she was doing to me, so I tried to think of anything aside from the feel of her mouth and tongue on me. She moved up and down, up and down, almost letting my cock fall from her mouth as she teased the slit at the top of my dick with her tongue.

She deliciously tortured me, and my body was close to combusting, the base of my spine tingling.

“Fuck, I’m too close.” My fingers tightened in her hair, but she wouldn’t release me. Her hand gently cupped my balls, and my hips raised off the bed, making me sink farther into her mouth. She swallowed around me again, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I shouted her name and came down the back of her throat.

She made soft humming sounds and drank me down.

“Fucking hell,” I gritted out and lifted my head to meet her gaze as she gave me one last lick.

She grinned and wiped the corner of her mouth with one finger. “Not so tense anymore, are you?”

My chuckle was strained, and I reached up, gathering her into my arms.

“What am I going to do with you?”

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