Page 141 of The Betrayal
“Look at you,” I raise my brows and it's a cheap come back but honestly, I just want him. I eye the jug of ice and I clench my thighs together.
“Still craving ice, baby?” he asks, looking at the jug then back to me and it takes me a moment to register what he has asked. I nod, eagerly. God, I am so needy.
His lips pull into a sexy smoldering smirk, and I am wet. Who am I kidding? I was wet when he first walked into the room. The sofa cushion dips slightly, his knee between my legs as he hovers over me, one hand beside my head, the other hooking out a cube of ice. He pops it into his mouth for just a second before pursing it between his lips and pinching it with his finger and thumb. I watch with intent, the way he moves towards me, his eyes hazy as the ice cube meets the skin on my thighs. Water runs between them as his other fingers play with the hem of the sage green tee. Lifting the cube from my skin, I instantly miss it.
“Open,” he orders softly, and I do, I pop my lips open and welcome the cube into my hot mouth. His hands are back on the hem of my tee, sitting me up gently and pulling it over my head before discarding it to the floor.
“So fucking beautiful,” he whispers, lips on my collar bone, hands kneading my heavy, aching breast.
My eyes flutter closed, my body heating up under his touch when I feel an iced coolness dance over my skin. Letting my lids open, his beautiful green eyes are on me and only me. He drags the ice cube lazily over my collarbone, then circles it round my hardened nipples whilst his mouth blows warm air on my other breast. He moves the fast-melting cube across and gives my nipple the same attention and my skin covers in cold goosebumps. Water pools on my skin and my breath catches at the back of my throat.
“I have plenty more, don't you worry Blossom,” he croons and I lick my lips. He reaches for another and continues from where it melted, but now he runs it across my sternum, down to my navel then glides into my groin, wetting my cotton panties in an instant.
He hooks a finger round the waistband and gently pulls them from my legs and off my feet.
Water drips down my inner thigh just as one of his fingers tease at my soaked pussy.
“So wet,” he moans, eyes falling to my spread thighs, and I hate that I can't see because of my bump.
A light moan vibrates in my chest as he plunges a finger deep inside of me and slips it in and out at a slow, teasing pace.
The ice is no more, but before I can take my eyes from him, his finger has hooked another cube of ice, this one a little larger than before. Dragging it over my other thigh, water drips between my thighs and I clench around his finger just as he curls it and rubs my g-spot.
“Oh,” I moan, head tipping back and that's when I feel it.
Ice cold.
Right between my legs.
Fuck.
KEATON
She is a fucking vision. Naked beneath me, skin glistening, tits swollen and full, legs parted and her cunt so fucking wet. I tease her with the ice, dragging it up and down her thighs as one of my fingers rubs the spot I know she so desperately needs relieving. I smirk, a boyish fucking grin on my face. Once the ice melts, I hook another from the jug. And honestly, I have never enjoyed ice as much as I do now.
Popping it into my mouth, I ignore the way my tongue burns from how cold it is. Lowering myself between her pretty thighs, I push the cube between my lips and onto her swollen clit.
“Oh,” she moans, the breath being snatched from her lungs when the coldness hits her clit, fingers twisted in my hair whilst the other grabs the sofa cushion as if she is bracing herself. My tongue rubs between her lips as I keep the ice pressed against her clit. It melts quickly, water running down her pretty cunt and I make it my mission to lap it up. I don't give her a second to enjoy just my tongue, another ice cube is in my mouth and back on her, two fingers slip in with ease and I slowly fuck her, sliding in and out at a torturous rhythm and the sound of how wet she is making my cock pulse. Gliding the ice cube up and down her pussy, rubbing it over her clit whenever I reach the top and her moans fill the room.
“It feels so good,” she whimpers, her fingers tightening in my hair.
Water trickles over my fingers, my tongue there to clean up.
Another ice cube down, but it's straight in my mouth and on her. Pulling my fingers from her, I drag the ice down and using my tongue, I push it inside of her. Two fingers slip in just as my tongue flicks over her clit and her body trembles. Sucking on her clit, my hand reaches up to her tits as I grab and grope her. Burying my tongue deeper, my fingers fuck her and her whole body stiffens.
“I'm going to come,” is all she manages.
“Come for me baby, come all over my tongue and fingers,” I beg, moaning as ice water trickles from her cunt, my tongue sucking on her clit once more and that's when she soaks me, her arousal dripping down my hand and wrist, her body trembling as she cries, pleasure ripping through her.
“Such a dirty girl,” I smirk, kissing her clit and slowly removing my fingers but not before having one more taste.
I kneel up, looking down at her and I love it when she’s just came. Eyes all heavy and hazy, chest blotchy, skin shimmering and her lips are parted. She has the 'just came' look down perfectly.
“You okay?” I ask, my cock aching between my legs and she nods. I help her up and place a soft kiss on her lips and I expect her to cuddle into me. What I don't expect is for her to be on her knees in front of me as she fists my cock from my pants and flicks her tongue over my thick head.
“You don't have to do this ba...” and she fucking sucks me into her mouth, cock sliding down the back of her throat with ease. “Fuck,” I grunt, hands in her hair and I am mindful that she is pregnant with my babies. As much as I would love to throat fuck her right now, it's not the one.
I ease back, pulling the tip of my cock to her lips and her wide eyes bat up at me. Slowly pushing my hips forward, she swallows me down and my head tips back and I know it won't be long before I am coming down her pretty throat.