Page 212 of Frost and Death
I shudder at his mercy, the pleasure better than I imagined. “Y-Yes.”
“Tell me what you thought about,” Jerrick demands, full of desire and hunger.
As my breasts turn taut in his hand, my response is breathy as I whisper, “I-I thought about your touch. How I wanted to see your cock. I wanted to know the length of it, the girth of it—I wanted to commit it to memory so every time I touched myself, I had an image to chase me into coming.”
He rewards my confession, his fingers returning to rubbing circles at my sensitive center. I rock back against him as my hips move of their own volition.
Jerrick commands another request. “Tell me what you want.”
I ride his hand, tapping into those deep thoughts and the passion of having him all to myself tonight. My heart hammers against my chest. My wants are easy to verbalize, wanting to please him as much as he is pleasing me.
“I want to relish and savor every last bit of you on my hand, in my mouth, and in my pussy.”
Jerrick hums his approval, moving his lips to meet the crook of my neck and sucking my soft skin.
I moan. Sweet Makers, I want more. Ineedmore.
Heat grazes my ear, his breath so intoxicating and delicious.
“Now tell me what you need, Tove,” he purrs, words full of promise and seduction, coaxing me on.
My name on his lips is a beautiful melody, one I want to hear over and over again. I bite my lip, my breaths uneven and panting.
His trousers are the only thing keeping his cock from rubbing up and down against my ass. I can’t tell if the friction of his clothing between us is helping or not, but it doesn’t stop me from blurting what my heart and my body need now more than ever.
“I need more. I needeverything—Ineedyou, Jerrick. Onlyyou.”
Jerrick bites down on my neck, and I gasp at the pleasure of it when he rubs my clit in the right spot. He drags his teeth up my throat, his fingers working me as he nibbles and kisses me.
Jerrick’s reply is dark, laced with promise and pleasure. “Not until I have you first.”
I shudder at his words, moaning as I glance up at him. When our eyes meet, the air shifts, a new heavy vulnerability lingering from my admission. Jerrick’s heated gaze tightens my chest, and I marvel at his beauty.
The love I have for him is so raw— so bare—sofreeing.
It’s infinite.
It makes me want him more.
Jerrick reaches for my chin, angling it to kiss me deeply. He grinds into me from behind, and I ride his hand in response.
The tightness builds in my body, yet I want his pace to slow down so I can savor every minute and come apart.
I moan, begging him, “Slow down, please. Right there.”
I am grateful when he slows his rhythm enough to bring me down but keep the pleasure going.
“Don’t want the fun spoiled too fast, Frostbite?” he teases, moving his hand from my face to pinch my nipple while the other pinches my clit in unison.
I gasp, my body jerking, and my thighs tightening. My ass rubs more into his dick.
“You’re drenched,” Jerrick says into my ear. “I love how fucking wet you are for me.”
I move my free hand between us to touch Jerrick. When I make contact, a dampness comes through his trousers, the length of him making my mouth water.
“Let me touch you,please,” I beg.
We kiss as he moves his hands from my center, pulling down his trousers. I fumble around to help or grip his cock, whichever comes first.
