His hot, soft tongue presses against my pussy and laps through my damp folds in one smooth move.
My head falls back against the blanket and I settle for clutching my own breasts as he remains out of reach.
His tongue repeats that long lick from my entrance all the way up to my clit where his tongue firms up and flicks over that bundle of nerves.
Pleasure pulses through me and my core warms with each stroke.
The cold air no longer matters.
Each stroke against my pussy stokes the fire blazing inside me until a light sheen of sweat coats my body and I’m tossing my head back and forth on the blanket.
He’s thoroughly exploring me, from kissing my outer lips and gently kissing and sucking my inner folds, to nuzzling against me and lavishing attention on and around my clit, and down to circle around my entrance.
He’s mapping out every inch of me, and the thought of him knowing me so intimately sends heat blazing through my cheeks, but there’s no time to think.
I’m so close, my body is trembling and my breaths escape me in short, sharp pants.
“Xander,” I moan, thrusting my hips up against nothing as his grip keeps me down.
One of his hands caresses my thigh from the juncture of my hip down to my knee, then it vanishes.
His mouth continues working against me, insistent in pressure and heat until suddenly, something bitingly cold touches my clit, and I yelp.
“Xander! What the?—”
That biting cold trickles through my pussy where Xander thrusts two cold fingers deep inside me and curls them quickly, ending my shocked words in a sudden deep moan as pleasure courses through my body.
Did he just… use snow to delay my orgasm?
The biting cold was enough to drag me away from the orgasm I hunger for, but the chill lasts only a few seconds thanks to his cool fingers pumping back and forth inside me.
He parts them briefly, working to ease my muscles, and focuses a lot of attention on my G-spot while his mouth kisses and sucks my clit.
The cold is chased away as Xander moans deeply and presses himself firmer against me.
My heart beats at the speed of a racing rabbit and as my orgasm crests again, the pleasure is much more intense.
I can barely breathe and heat prickles my arms and legs.
I gasp and gasp, rocking my hips against his incessant tongue and tweaking my own nipples to bring me closer.
And once again, Xander kills my orgasm with a touch of ice-cold snow that melts instantly against my hot pussy.
“Xander!” Annoyance licks my tone, made all the worse by the amused chuckle that rises from under the blanket.
His mouth leaves my pussy and he presses a wet kiss to my inner thigh, then removes his fingers from inside me and seemingly switches hands as the next fingers to enter me are ice cold once more.
“Holy shit—” The constant switch between scorching pleasure and ice-cold denial is driving me insane.
All I can think about is coming, all I can think about is that delicious moment of pleasure that will make everything alright, and Xander’s playing with me.
I want to deny him another touch, but I’m so hungry for him that I can barely speak.
I lose track.
Xander constantly draws me close to orgasm and each time, it’s like he gives me an extra second of hope before he denies me with a freezing touch and I topple back down.
My body burns up, I’m drenched in sweat, and my thighs tremble with a will of their own.
