Down, over the curve of my breast, to my nipple, causing the bud to pucker. A moan tears from my throat as I arch off the counter. If he keeps this up, I’m going to explode right now.
But he doesn’t, much to the dismay of my aching pussy.
He takes his time, slowly, torturously, sliding the melting ice down my stomach, circling my navel, drifting lower and lower until…
“Oh!” The sound escapes me before I can stop it. The ice hits my clit. It doesn’t feel overwhelming the way I expected. It feels… perfect.
“Fuck, Violet. Your pretty pink pussy is begging me for more,” he murmurs. “All for me. I can feel you wanting more. Do you want more, Violet? Should I make you come?”
“Please.” My cheeks flame. I’ve never begged in my life.
He lifts my chin gently, pressing a cool kiss to my heated cheek. “I don’t ever want you to feel embarrassed for asking me to pleasure you. Understand?”
I can’t speak. My brain has latched onto the wordpleasure.
“Say it,” he whispers. “Say you understand.”
Holy moly… I might come from his words alone. “I… I understand.”
“Good girl.”
And that’s when my soul leaves my body.
“Now lie back,” he says, voice dropping to a sinful rumble, “and let me taste you.”
Wait, cancel that, this is when my soul leaves my body.
He lowers himself, and his cool tongue sweeps up from my entrance to my clit. The sensation steals my breath. The cool lips in contrast with his hot breath is gentle and so damn devastating. It’s too much and entirely not enough. My muscles coil with tension.
“Please…” I don’t know what I’m begging for. My mouth has a mind of its own. I cry out, my entire body tightening, trembling. He places his thumb at my entrance. He doesn’t slide it inside, just rubs me in torturous circles.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans softly. “Let me hear your sounds. Let me feel you fall apart for me.”
And I do.
Right there on the kitchen counter, I break open, heat and ice and release crashing through me, bright and overwhelming and absolutely, impossibly perfect.
Jason’s chuckle is like a warm cloth gently pulling me out of the haze of my orgasm. I lie there with my hand over my eyes, limbs useless, brain floating.
“Why are you laughing?” I mutter.
“Because you’re fucking adorable.”
I try to sit up, but my body is boneless. “I’m not trying to be adorable. I’m supposed to be sexy.”
I feel a pout forming and instantly hate myself for it.
His lips trail from my ankle to the inside of my knee, slow and sweet. “Oh, you’re definitely a lethal combination of both.”
He shifts closer, his breath warming my lips. I can smell myself on him. The realization sends a fresh wave of heat rolling through my body. A thought pops into my mind before I can stop it.
No… I couldn’t.
“What is it?” Jason asks, amusement threading through his voice like he already knows exactly what I’m thinking.
“It’s nothing.”
“What did I tell you about being embarrassed?”
