The cold ice rests on my clit while his frigid fingers pump in and out of me. He moves the cube from my clit, strumming his thumb over the even more sensitive bundle of nerves.
He’s right, though. I’m not even anxious anymore. Every ounce of anxiety is replaced withneed.
The heat from my pussy melts the ice fast, replacing the cold with a building heat as I get closer and closer to orgasm. At this point, Thomas knows my body better than I know my own, and with each meticulous stroke of his fingers, I tense until finally, my climax takes over, my body shuddering into the seat.
When the aftershocks fade, Thomas slides his fingers out, sucking them clean. “Oh, fuck,” I breathe. Every time he does that, it’s such an erotic sight that my pussy thumps in delight.
“Feeling better?” he asks, a smile on his lips.
I nod. “I’m wet.”
“Good, then I did my job,” he says cockily.
“No, I mean,yes,” I groan. “You did your job, but my ass is soaked from the ice cube.”
“I have napkins,” Thomas replies with a smile, digging into the glove box and pulling out a stack of napkins. He cleans between my thighs and then has me get out so he can round the truck and wipe the seat and my ass clean.
He helps pull my underwear back up, squeezing my ass and kissing me sweetly. “Ice works in many ways for you, it seems.”
I blush furiously. I will never look at ice the same way.
51
HANNAH
Thomas has his hand pressed against my back as we walk up the front steps of his parents’ house. It’s a cute two-story house with flowers decorating the front porch.
“I know this is hard for you,” Thomas says, rubbing my back soothingly. “But I am here for you. I’ll be by your side the whole time if you need me to.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, unable to raise my voice higher than that.
Thomas doesn’t knock on the door, entering without any preamble. He guides me into the entryway where we kick off our shoes. The low chattering of voices gets louder as we walk into the living room.
The room is filled with people, some I recognize and some I don’t. Gramps is sitting on the couch, Josie on his right side, and there’s a small bundle in his arms, which must be the new baby. Two young girls are standing in front of him, wide smiles on their faces.
“Hey guys,” Thomas greets.
All conversation ceases as heads swivel to us. I wince internally as eyes take us in.
I try to smile, to wave and greet them, but nothing comes out. Thomas reaches down, taking my hand. He squeezes my palm, looking down at me with a smile. He mouths, “You’ve got this.” and I know that I do. With him by my side, I can do this.
“Thomas!” people call, and the two young girls run across the room to him, wrapping their arms around his legs in a giant hug.
He laughs, scruffing their hair and bending down to give them proper hugs. I let go of his hand for a moment, and step back, only to be met face to face with Thomas’s mother.
“Hi, honey,” she says gently, holding out her hand. “I’m Nikki.”
“Hi,” I reply, my voice soft as my heart beats loudly in my ears. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”
“You too.” I shake her hand, but barely another moment passes and Thomas is by my side again.
“Mom,” he greets, holding his arms out for her and giving her a hug. They embrace for a moment, and I stand next to him, too afraid to branch out even a little and say hi to the people I’ve met before.
Tears run down Nikki’s cheeks as they pull apart, and she swipes at her cheeks. “Oh, my boy, I’ve missed you so much.”
“I’m home now,” Thomas soothes, stepping back and taking my hand again. We walk further into the room, and Nikki introduces me as Thomas’s fiancée to the group.
There’s a lot of people here, and while I recognize a lot of them, It’s still a little nerve-racking. Nikki introduces me to her husband, Richard, and the neighbors, Gabriel andJane. They’re both older couples, and it takes a moment to sink in that they more than likely knew my parents. Why wouldn’t they? Julia and Thomas are the same age, and I think Marley has an older brother the same age as him, too.
