Page 30 of Ice Contact
I’ve never been touched like this, such a tender worshiping of my body nearly brings tears to my eyes. He’s teasing every inch of me with just a whisper of his fingers. Finally, he reaches thehem of my shirt and pulls it up as far as he can before helping me sit up to peel the barrier up over my head.
I move my own hands to the hem of his shirt and do the same.I need to see this man shirtless.It’s only fair.
Oh. My. God. This man is mus-cu-lar.His pecs are toned and defined, the flat planes begging for my lips to touch. His fucking washboard abs, and the v-cut trail carving a path below his waistband have me moaning once again. Hayes takes good care of his body, and it fuckingshows.I run my hands across his chest, needing to feel his muscles ripple as he leans over me.I am starving for this man.
He reaches over and slides his fingers between my shoulder and the strap of my bra. “This needs to come off,” he says in a deep, gruff voice.
“Luckily for you, this one clasps in the front,” I tease as I unclasp the clip, remove it from my arms, and lay bare chested before him. I see a sparkle in his eyes as he gazes at what’s displayed before him, the man is almost salivating as he leans down to touch me.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he whispers as he kisses me, grazing his hand over my neck and exposed chest. He squeezes my breast as he licks my nipple, forcing a whimper from my throat.
“Holy shit. Hayes, that feels incredible.”
He lifts his head, his eyes locking with mine. “You are what’s incredible, Olivia.”
My hips lift up as if they have a mind of their own, reacting to his every word and anticipating the feeling of grinding against him.This man is going to be my undoing.
As he moves to tease my other nipple, I run my hands through his messy hair, pulling him deeper into my chest. My hips grind against him, and I gasp at how worked up he’s getting me, even though he’s barely touched me.
“I think these need to come off next,” he growls, his fingers dipping beneath the waistband of my leggings. I push my hips up to help him slide them off, realizing too late Hayes is a sneaky bastard. He not only pulls off my leggings, but the black underwear I had on as well. He gazes at me with a feral look in his eyes, taking in my fully naked body. Surprisingly, I notice his attention linger on my legs, fingers twitching as they reach out, then pull back, hovering in the air with hesitation.Damn, is Hayes a leg man or am I imagining things?
“Every time I think you couldn’t possibly be any more gorgeous, you prove me wrong. Your body is…” his eyes trace over every inch of me, leaving fire sparking across my flesh, “exquisite.”
This man clearly wantsme…and I am here for every moment of it.
I haven’t felt wanted in a long time.
“I need these to come off too,” I say, tugging at the waistband of his joggers. “Fair is fair.” He flashes me a devilish grin as he stands, sliding his pants and boxer briefs down, letting them pool on the floor.
Holy soda-can Batman. My jaw is on the floor. I’ve been imagining his naked body for weeks, even more after feeling him pressed against me, but this…this is more than I was expecting. I’ve seen my share of dicks, and his isthesexiestI’ve ever seen. More than anything, his girth is…wow. Guys get so caught up on length, but for me, girth is the difference maker.Who cares about inches?My vagina is only so long. And, as if this man’s girth isn’t enough, he also has the biggest set of balls I’ve ever seen in my life, and I amherefor it. The thought of those slapping against me as he takes me from behind sends me almost over the edge, my body arching off the bed, craving his touch.
“Olivia, my eyes are up here,” Hayes growls, and I realize I’m still staring at his manhood. “You like what you see?”
My tongue wets my lips, my eyes glancing between his face and his cock. “Yeah.” I gulp. “I…um....how do you walk with that?” I ask, and he laughs, moving back on the bed and laying on his side next to me.
“It’s one of my many talents,” he says.
“Oh, yeah?” I reply, “What othertalentsdo you have?”
Hayes slowly slides his hand from my knee to my thigh. “You’re about to find out,” he says as he ever so lightly places his hand at the apex of my legs, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he grunts. “Olivia, you are fucking dripping for me.”
I melt at the way he says my name, touching me in the most intimate of places as if I’m to be treasured, admired,enjoyed.
“Hayes.Shit. You make me feel…amazing.”
“My new mission is to make you feel this good all the time.”
“I am fully onboard with that,” I say through panted breaths, reaching down and gripping his rock-hard cock, ready to hold on for dear life. “I want to do the same for you.”
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Idon’t know what in my life I’ve done to end up here, but thank fuck I did. I’m in bed with the woman of my dreams, her moans echoing around my bedroom as she grips my dick like it’s the last one on earth and she doesn’t ever want to let go. Her tiny hand around my thickness is unbelievable. The way she stared between my legs when I dropped my pants, that look of shock, longing, anddesire, tells me she likes it as well.
How could that fucking douchebag ex of hers not worship the very ground she walks on?I’m not even sure how I’m going to be able to leave this room - to leave for days without her touch, her smile, her laugh, and now her fucking pussy. I want to spend every minute showing this woman she deserves to be pleasured, to be fulfilled, reminding her that she is worth more than that asshole, or anyone else, refused to see in her.She deserves to be treated like a queen, and I intend to do just that.
“Olivia, youknowwhat a bad sweet tooth I have. Do you taste as sweet as I think you do?”
