Your crimson full lipped smile has the same effect that it always has. I melt and become yours, my own needs and desires set to one side, put on the shelf until youre ready to explore them and experience them with me. Until then, ill comply with your wishes and the demands you place upon me.
As you slowly undo the buttons on your dress, your eyes gently burn into my heart and soul, ensuring they will, as ever, feature in my dreams and occupy my every waking thought. You release that naughty laugh, the dirty giggle that snaps me away from my own self indulgent thoughts and back into your world, just in time to see the dress glide slowly from your shoulders, caressing your body as it falls gracefully to the floor, curling around your feet in a choreographed performance, rehearsed so many times before.
Your heart already beating with anticipation, your breaths shallow, your voice husky. One lock of hair tumbles down fom its loose tie and curls across your cheek, under your chin, brushing against your flesh, framing you perfectly - beautifully.
I reach out, fingertiips on your shoulders, running down alongside the straps on your bra, following the material, over the contours of your breasts as i move my lips to yours. One final lost moment in your intoxicating eyes before our lips meet. Pushing slowly together, pausing before our kiss begins, building in pressure, building in lust. My tongue reaches out to meet yours, sighing softly as i taste you, moaning gently as i want you!
Your hands work down my chest, then drift slowly back up, you grasp at my shirt, pause, and rip - the sudden shift in attitude fom gentle to rough briefly stops my heart before releasing it to pound stronger and harder than before - the soft click of the buttons hitting the floor almost drowned by your gasp as i bite onto your bottom lip and dig my fingers into your ass, pulling you up onto the kitchen side.
I stand between your legs, feeling my skin rip as you scrape your fingernails down my back, my flesh yielding to your touch, the pain passing deep before floating back to the surface of my skin as an intoxicating pleasure. To shield me from the pain, my mouth cries into your breast, teeth biting down, locking around your hard nipple. I suck hard to breathe in the pleasure and push out the pain, sucking your nipple into my mouth, massaging it with my tongue.
You reach into the ice bucket and run a cube over my back, numbing the pain breifly before i feel the cold droplet of melting ice dribble down my spine, tingling, exciting the skin it touches and sending ripples of shivers from its epicentre.
I respond in kind - an ice cube held between my lips, brushing gently over each erect nipple in turn, your gasp accompanied by the feel of your fingernails digging into my shoulders, the pressure increasing as the cold filters its way across your body. I push your head back away from my and run the ice cube around your lips, over your chin and down your neck, holding it hard against your skin at the top of your cleavage, letting it melt and drip down between your breasts, bringing your every nerve ending to life on its journey as it collects and pools in your belly button.
I slip one hand up your thigh, taking the slender material of the waistband of your panties in my fingers, slowly twisting, pulling the fabric harder against you, digging into your waist, being pulled tighter into your wet desperate pussy. My other hand running the ice cube down between your breasts and down over your stomach which twitches under the cold burn of the ice.
Not a word being spoken, our eyes locked together, our soft sighs and occassional gasps soften the silence, the background noise crackling is the sound of the fabric on your panties slowly stretching, struggling to stay in tact as i continue to wind my fingers into the waistband. The soft gasps of ripping threads and the final death scream as the material gives in and ripppppsssss - the presure on your skin and pussy released.
I pass the ice cube lower, over your belly button, pushing the collected cold melt out, watching it trickle down over your mound before it parts over your clit and follows the line of your warm wet lips. the coldness awakening your feelings, magnifying your desire. My cold fingers follow the trail of melted ice over your skin, feeling it flicker under my touch, my ice cold finger pressing against your clit, circling, rubbing, exciting. Our lips locked together, our kiss ever harder and passionate.
Another cube of ice brushes over each pussy lip, numbing, freezing, before the soft pains die away allowing new fresh stronger feelings of pleasure to replace the subsiding dull achyness. I run the ice between your lips, holding it against your pussy, the pulse you feel there intensifies, as if trying to push the pain and ice away, but at the same time you wrap your pleasure around it, massaging it, turning it into joy. I feel your body flinch against the ice, but i maintin the pressure, following the squirms and flinches, giving you no escape from the desperation building....