Page 28 of The One Bed Rule
My stomach contracts at his absence, the burning in my core scorching—that’s what he does to me.
“Scoot back,” he says. I move until my head hits the pillow.
I feel him press into the bed, hear the sounds of the mattress giving way. He carefully hooks a pinky at my entrance, feeling my panties for himself.
“Oh, Claire. I think we can do better than this.”
I expect him to take my panties off. Touch me with his fingers. His mouth.
Instead, it’s a jolt that I’ve never felt before. One which sends my shoulders up and off the pillows, leaning forward, before falling back into the bed.
It’s something cold, wet, leaving a trail as he moves it up the inside of my thigh.
An ice cube.
Seth moves up my body, the ice in his fingers, away from my skin. He takes a nipple in his mouth, nipping it, rolling his tongue. The warmth of his lips is quickly replaced with the ice cube and a whine falls from my mouth. Part of me wants to pull the blindfold off, watch him tease me with fire and ice, and the other wants me to beg him to keep going.
Moving to my other breast, he starts with the ice, swirling it on my skin until it’s almost numb. Over and over. He licks around the ice cube, lapping up the wetness. The soothing of his mouth, followed by the chill of the ice, is inching me closer and closer.
Then he’s gone. His mouth. The ice cube. Nowhere to be found. My panting breath fills the space, and just when I’m about to ask where he went, he puts the ice cube on my clit.
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Seth
ClairegaspswhenIlightly press the ice cube to her clit, melting through the lace. I feel her muscles pull in and it’s the kind of encouragement that makes me never want to stop. She keeps pushing her full bottom lip through her teeth as her hands grip the sheets.
Fuck. She’s gorgeous like this.
I’m obsessed with watching the ice melt. Dripping down to the bedding, glistening on her skin, burning my fingers with the grip I refuse to relent.
My dick is hard and is throbbing with each second that goes on. I’ll be painting my shorts if I don’t watch it.
I move the cube up to the waistband of her panties then back down. Claire moans when the ice is on her clit again. Her black panties outline the curves of her hips, her ass, and I love seeing her in lace.
“Told you we could do better,” I tease, feeling her entrance with my finger, the one without the ice cube. “We could ring these out, baby.” I say, pleased with her reaction.
I take the ice and move it on the inside of her thigh, watching her shiver. My lips kiss up the same trail until my lips graze the lacy band of her panties pulling across the front of her hip.
My fingers grab her panties and pull them down all the way to her ankles, off her feet, and then toss them on the floor.
“Spread those legs. Now.” I urge her to give me the view I’ve been dreaming about.
And the good listener that she is, Claire pulls her knees apart, letting them rest on the bed. I lick my lips, needing to taste her.
Carefully, I hold the ice in between my index and middle finger and slowly insert it in her entrance. Before she can decipher what’s happening, I put my lips near my finger, licking her up.
And then she’s begging me and saying my name, over and over, like a prayer.
I give her what she wants, slowly pumping my fingers inside her, the ice mixing with her wetness, as my mouth works her. At first, I match the pace of my fingers with my tongue, slow and steady, pressing against her. But when I switch it up, my tongue flicking fast, she can’t take it and reaches for my head.
I let her pull my hair and put my mouth where she wants it, where her hands direct me.
“Seth!” Her voice is desperate and I know she’s about to unravel.
The ice cube is almost all the way melted and her muscles are starting to clench on my fingers. I moan into her, the extra vibrations all she needs to completely fall off the ledge. Her climax hits her hard, a yell coming from her mouth that catches me off guard, but I don’t stop. I keep eating her even when she’s trying to roll away from me, trying to take a break.
But I’m not done with her yet.
