Page 84 of Snowman

"Star Wars duel," I said, unable to stop the grin spreading across my face. "It turns me on." A blush crept up my cheeks, betraying me.

Thor’s lips twitched, barely suppressing a laugh as he looked at me.

Frida raised an eyebrow. "Huh," she muttered. "Well, have a nice day."

As soon as the door clicked shut, Thor turned to me. His hand slid to the back of my neck, and he drew me to him. His lips claimed mine, the kiss deepening, his tongue exploring my mouth in hunger. Before I could catch my breath, he lifted me, pulling me against him as he carried me to the kitchen. The faint crunch of tires on gravel faded as the car drove away, leaving us in silence inside.

He set me down on the kitchen counter, the fridge humming softly beside us. His lips hovered over mine as he whispered, "You didn’t have to cover for me."

"I know," I murmured, a sly smile tugging at my lips. "But I wanted them gone, so I could have you all to myself."

"Hmmm," he growled softly. "I love the thought of that."

His hand found its way back to my neck, pulling me closer as he kissed me again, slower this time, savoring every second of it.

Then he pulled away, the heat of his eyes never leaving mine as he turned to the fridge. Opening the lower drawer, he let the cold air out from the freezer and pulled out a plastic container. He placed it beside me on the counter, slowly, almost teasing.

"You know," he began, "when I first met you, I would wake up in the mornings and find these popsicles in the fridge."

I tilted my head "Ice cream?" I asked, grinning.

"Nah," he said, shaking his head as he took out one of the popsicles.

It was small, milky white, no more than four inches. His grin stretched from ear to ear as he held it up. "Guess again."

I slapped a hand over my mouth as I realized. "You’re not telling me you... oh my God, Thor! That’s messed up!"

He laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I think I was saving it for… situations like this," he said. His hands found my knees, parting them gently, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

I swallowed hard, fully aware of where that popsicle was made of his cum and ice. I curved my spine, widened the gap between my thighs, and leaned against the cool tiles of the kitchen wall. He held the popsicle so near now that I could sense the frosty chill from the ice grazing my skin, and then he pressed it against my clit, making a shiver course through me.

"Fuck," it came out of me.

"Have you ever got burned by snow?" he asked, his eyes locked onto me, "I did, it's cold."

He gently pushed it in, I could feel the ice melting inside me, my inner muscles clenching around it. As he drove it further into me, I surrendered, allowing it to dissolve. My eyes fluttered open, my hands finding their way to his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin.

His fingers wrapped around the stick once more and he thrust it deeper as it continued melting within me. The dissolved ice dripped under me, making its way under my ass cheeks. His hand shifted again, taking the plastic stick that was left from the popsicle of his cum. All the ice was inside me, melting without the stick, I felt like my brain was freezing along with the ice inside me.

He threw the stick next to me, and drew me closer, unzipping his trousers.

"Can you feel the burn?" he asked.

I was speechless, I had no words, I just nodded.

I could feel the ice dissolving within me, leaving only his cold cum. My neck arched to the back, a moan escaping my lipsas shivers moved down my spine. He drew me nearer, his lips locking mine. And with one single thrust, he entered me. I was so tight I felt each inch of him inside, to the point that it hurt. A scream tore from my throat, my body arching as he kept thrusting inside me.

He moaned against my neck, his hands roamed beneath my shirt, finding my breasts. He tore the buttons apart, and shirt opened, leaving me naked before him. My legs wrapped around him, drawing him closer,and allowing him to move in sync with me.

My hand went down to touch myself, rubbing my clit as he continued to thrust inside me. My back arched and eyes locked onto his, my mouth fell open in a silent cry for him while biting down on my lower lip.

A smirk graced his face as he drove deeper within me. With each thrust, I could sense him deeper inside. The thought of his cock growing inside me was taking my breath away, and just as I was about to come, he joined me. His name escaped my lips in a cry, "Thor."

He came within me, his warmth mingling with the icy aftershocks still rippling through me. It was as if I had fucked with both; Snowman and Thor, ice and fire both inside me. A smile tugged at my lips as I wrapped my arms around his neck, locking eyes with him while he whispered, "How is it to be fucked by Snowman?"

I chuckled, "cold."

"Luckily you have us both."

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