Page 53 of Icy Pucking Play

"Evan," she breathes as I pepper kisses toward her collarbone.

"Hmm?"

"Are we...is this..."

"Too fast?" I pull back slightly, searching her face.

"No, I just..." She bites her lip. "I don't want to be something you regret in the morning."

"Sophie." I cup her face in my hands. "The only thing I regret is pushing you away today."

This time she kisses me, and it's like everything slots into place. Like all the walls I've built start to crumble under the weight of her touch, her trust, her…

I deepen the kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth as she moans softly. Her hands are in my hair, pulling me closer, and I can feel her heart racing against mine. I slide my hands down her back, cupping her ass and pulling her against me. She moans as she feels my hardness, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she grinds against me, driving me crazy with need.

"Sophie," I murmur against her lips. "I want you."

She looks at me, her eyes dark with want. "I want you too, Evan."

I don't need any more encouragement. I lift her onto my lap, her legs straddling me as I kiss her deeply. She rocks against me, her breath coming in short gasps as I lavish kisses down her neck, my hands exploring her body.

I slip my hands under her shirt, feeling her smooth skin, her racing heartbeat. I cup her breasts, my thumbs brushing over her peaked nipples through the thin fabric of her bra. She moans softly, arching into my touch.

"More," she whispers. "Please, Evan..."

I pull at the waistband of her pajama bottoms, sliding my hand inside. She's so wet. So warm. So ready for me.

She’s even more ready as I find her clit, circling it gently with my fingers. She gasps, her hips bucking against my hand.

"Oh God," she moans. "That feels so good..."

I kiss her again, swallowing her moans as I continue to stroke her. She's so responsive, so eager. I can feel her getting closer, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps.

But I want more. I want to taste her, to feel her come apart under my tongue.

I lift her off my lap, laying her down on the couch. She looks up at me, her eyes wide with anticipation.

I kneel between her legs, sliding her pajama pants and panties down her smooth legs. She's completely bare to me below the waist, and the sight of the silky dark curls between her thighs makes my already rock-hard cock throb with need.

I lean down, trailing kisses up her inner thigh. When she shivers, her breath hitching as I get closer to her center, I inhale the smell of her arousal.

The scent is sweet. Slightly salty. And fully fucking intoxicating. And I can't wait any longer.

I bury my face between her legs, my tongue finding her clit. Sophie’s hips rock against my mouth, and in return, I lick and suck, my fingers sliding inside her as she moans and writhes beneath me.

"Evan," she gasps. "Oh God, Evan..."

I look up at her, her face flushed, her eyes slowly closing. She's so beautiful, so open, so trusting. I want to give her everything, to make her feel as good as she makes me feel.

I redouble my efforts, my tongue and fingers working in tandem to drive her wild. She's so near the edge, I can feel it.

Her body tenses, her breath comes in short gasps, and then…

"Evan!" she cries out, her body convulsing as she comes hard against my mouth. I ride out her orgasm, my fingers and tongue drawing out every last wave of pleasure.

When she finally comes down, she looks at me, her eyes soft and sated. "That was...wow," she breathes.

I grin, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand. "Glad you think so. I’m afraid I’m a bit out of practice."

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