Page 18 of In Bed with the Ice Queen

“So…you’re used to being on top?” Sloane asked playfully after a long moment, her voice teasing as she raised an eyebrow. “Does that pertain to, like, all areas of life?” Helena’s eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. It was clear that Sloane had struck a nerve. “I, um, I don’t actually know,” Helena stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” Sloane pressed, a playful smile tugging at her lips as she adjusted her position to face Helena more directly.

Helena took a deep breath, her gaze drifting to the ceiling as if she would find the answer up there “Are you really so decisive that you only pick one side—dominant or submissive?”

Sloane smirked, clearly enjoying the conversation. “I guess I’ve always leaned a little more toward one side. But I’m curious about you now. You said things have changed a lot for you lately. Are you saying you’ve been in control?”

“Yeah, it feels that way,” Helena admitted slowly, looking deep into Sloane’s eyes. “But I honestly would love to find something more balanced again, like how it used to be.”

Helena pretended to yawn, curling up into a ball beneath the covers. “I don’t know why we’re talking about this personal stuff,” she mumbled, trying to deflect the conversation.

Sloane laughed softly, amusement dancing in her eyes. “Come on, it’s sleepover talk! Don’t you remember those giggly nights as a kid, staying up late talking about everything?”

Helena rolled her eyes playfully. “Yeah, but it feels childish now.”

“Childish? Maybe that’s exactly what you need. You just said you wish you could find that kind of spontaneity again. Maybe being forced to have someone so close to you will make you face something more innocent and less intentional,” Sloane suggested, her voice softening.

Helena raised an eyebrow, a mixture of curiosity and skepticism on her face. “So you mean this childish spontaneity is what I need? What do you want me to do about it?”

Sloane tilted her head, a smile creeping onto her face as a playful thought crossed her mind. “I don’t know. Let’s test it. Let’s see what happens.” With that, she started inching closer, her heart racing with excitement.

Sloane carefully reached out and brushed her fingers along Helena’s arm, tracing the soft fabric of her satin outfit. She felt the warmth of Helena’s skin beneath her touch and noticed the way Helena’s breathing began to quicken. It was as if a spark had ignited between them, crackling with energy.

“Hey,” Sloane whispered, her fingers now gently brushing the strands of red hair away from Helena’s face. “Relax. Just feel it.” Her voice was both soothing and daring.

“Or, just say if you want me to stop.”

Helena’s eyes flickered with hesitation, but there was also a hunger there.

She might have been adamant she wasn’t gay, but that certainly wasn’t what her big brown eyes were saying right now.

Sloane took it as a sign to keep going, her hand trailing down to Helena's waist. She could feel her own heart racing as she explored the curves of Helena's body gently, moving herfingers over Helena’s hips and to the soft curves of her thighs. Gooseflesh appeared on all the exposed areas of Helena’s skin.

As Sloane’s palm pressed against Helena’s backside, she felt a rush of heat. Helena gasped softly, and Sloane could see the desire sparkling in her eyes. It was intoxicating, and Sloane couldn’t help but lean in closer, their lips almost touching.

“I’m not…” Helena started.

“Not a lesbian?” Sloane queried, “Don’t worry, I don’t mind what you are.”

Helena bit her lip nervously. “It’s not that,” she said. “Maybe I am a lesbian, but I’ve never said that to anyone before. And the truth is, I’m not very experienced in the lesbian department. I just thought you should know.”

Helena’s eyes glanced down and her voice was unsteady.

“Well,” Sloane said, pulling her closer again. “I am very experienced in the lesbian department. So, I can help you, if you like?”

Helena nodded, her breath quickening further, “Maybe,” she whispered back, allowing a hint of a smile to grace her lips.

In that moment, Sloane leaned in, closing the tiny gap between them. Their lips met in a whirlwind of urgency and warmth, both feeling the desperation and connection that had been bubbling just beneath the surface for too long. The kiss deepened as Sloane felt Helena surrender to the feeling, letting go of constraints and expectations, exploring her curiosity in the most intimate way possible. Sloane pushed her tongue into Helena’s mouth and Helena gasped. Sloane explored Helena’s mouth with her tongue while her hands roved over Helena’s delicious satin clad ass.

Sloane pulled away for a second, taking a deep breath and carefully slid her fingers along Helena’s waist. “I think it’s time for a change, don’t you?” With that, she lifted Helena's top, revealing her soft skin underneath.

She hadn’t expected this nervousness from Helena- wide eyed- like a deer caught in the headlights and she had to admit that it was a massive turn on. She felt her own desire flooding beneath her pyjamas. She was soaking wet already and she knew it.

“Are you sure?” Helena asked, her voice a little shaky. She looked surprised but didn’t pull away.

“Yeah,” Sloane said softly, her heart thumping. “I want to see you. All of you.”

With gentle movements, Sloane pulled the satin away, revealing Helena’s full breasts. Now they were something spectacular as they fell free. Full round breasts with big rosy pink nipples that stood out against Helena’s pale skin. Sloane’s eyes widened as she took in Helena’s body—the way her waist curved in beautifully, the way her stomach was tight and smooth. The way her breasts spilled out so beautifully.

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