Page 35 of Icy Pucking Play

I lean in again, capturing her lips in a deeper kiss. She responds eagerly, her body pressing against mine. I can feel her heat, her desire, and it's driving me crazy. I want to touch her, to taste her, to make her scream my name.

My hands slide down her back, cupping her ass and lifting her onto the counter. She gasps as I step between her legs, pulling her against me. I can feel how heated she is even through our clothes.

"Evan," she whispers. "We shouldn't..."

"But we are," I murmur, trailing kisses down her neck. "Do you want this?"

She can't deny it. She nods quickly, and her body is telling me everything I need to know. I slip my hand under her shirt, feeling her smooth skin, her racing heartbeat. My hand finds her perfect breast and palms it, my thumb brushing over her nipple through the lacy material of her bra. She moans softly, her body bending toward mine.

My lips trail down her neck as I unbutton her shirt, revealing more of her creamy skin.

"Is this okay?" I murmur against her collarbone.

"Yes," she breathes, arching into my touch.

I kiss lower, between her breasts, then trace the lace edge of her bra with my tongue. Sophie threads her fingers through my hair, holding me close. When I take her nipple into my mouththrough the thin fabric, she lets out a quiet moan that makes me want to take her right here and now.

"You're so beautiful," I tell her, kissing back up to her lips. "So perfect."

Our kisses grow more heated, tongues tangling as Sophie wraps her legs around my waist. I run my hands up her thighs wishing I was touching her soft skin rather than her jeans. Sophie shivers at my touch, pulling me closer. Our kisses grow more desperate as the heat between us builds.

I slip my hand between her legs. Sophie gasps and pushes herself into my palm.

"Evan," she moans. "Yes..."

That breathy voice nearly undoes me. I fumble with the button of her jeans, desperate to touch her. Sophie helps, lifting her hips so I can slide them down.

My fingers ghost over her panties, teasing. She whimpers, trying to press closer.

"Tell me what you want," I murmur against her neck.

"You," she breathes. "I want you."

I want nothing more but can’t risk taking her in the kitchen with Natalia upstairs. This will have to be good enough for now.

I slide her silky panties to the side and slowly tease her opening, barely dipping my finger in and then pulling back out. I tease her this way for as long as I can before she insists, “More. I need more.”

I sink a finger fully into her wet heat. Sophie gasps, her head falling back as I begin to stroke her. She's so wet, so responsive to my touch. I add a second finger, curling them inside her as my thumb circles her clit.

"Oh God," Sophie moans, her hips rocking against my hand. "Evan..."

I kiss her deeply again as I increase my pace. She's close already, I can feel it in the way she tightens around my fingers.She also seems to be concentrating so hard that she’s holding her breath.

"Breathe, baby," I murmur against her ear. "And let go. Just let go for me, Sophie."

She comes with a muffled cry, her body shuddering against mine. I work her through it, gentling my touch as she comes down from her high.

Inside my pants, my cock hardens and strains, pushing against the fabric and making itself known. And when Sophie’s eyes open, they wander right to it.

She licks her bottom lip, the soft skin glistening, making it hard to focus on anything else. Making it hard to not imagine my cock slipping between that perfect seam of her…

"Dad?" Natalia's voice carries down the stairs. "Can you bring me some water?"

We jump apart like teenagers caught in the backseat of a parent’s car. Which, given the circumstances...

"I should..." I gesture vaguely upstairs. Luckily, Natalia’s request has deflated my erection in a matter of a millisecond.

"Go," Sophie says, smoothing down her hair. She buttons her jeans, avoiding my gaze. "I need to head home anyway. Early practice tomorrow."

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