“We can try. Can you just hold me for a little bit? My brain’ll clear up, and maybe my head will even shrink back down to normal.” She massaged her hands into his back, more for her pain relief than his pleasure.
Could hold you forever, especially if you do that.“That I can do.”What the hell?He kissed her neck and sat down under his mostly-nude hot water bottle and nuzzled her right back.
Chapter Three
It took about five minutes before he stopped shivering and could enjoy her nearly nude body draping over him. Emboldened by earlier, he kissed her throat, murmuring apologies that she was hurting between kisses, then licks.
“Sorry, Penny. Poor Penny. Beautiful Penny. How’s that?” He sucked her scalding pulse point into his cool mouth.
“Better. Hurts inside.”
“I’ll go to my flat and get you some ice water. Well, ice cubes. They’ll turn to water as soon as I hand it over to you.” He hated to leave her presence, but topless, clingy Penny made it hard to think. He was being nice and keeping his sanity for a few more seconds.
“Thank you.” She kissed him on the lips as he pulled away, laying her cheek to his warmer, but still cool abdomen.
Plus, kisses. Topless, snuggly kisses. He felt like he could float on this new sensation, something his long-dead man craved, and his demon was oddly silent and accepting of. He coughed gruffly, “Be right back.”
“Okay.” She flopped back. “I wonder if I could cool myself down better from the inside out? Extra ice cubes?” she called through her raw throat. “When I try to touch anything, it melts.”
“I don’t have that problem!” he hollered back.
I’LL PUT THE ICE CUBESin my throat. No. No, I can’t swallow solid chunks of ice. I’ll choke. Anyway, they’d melt immediately. I need something cold that won’t melt. Want to put it in my mouth and down my throat and—an image flickered into her mind, a horrible, inappropriate image.
Brax’s fingers in her mouth. They wouldn’t reach very far.
Bet his cock is longer.
I can’t suck his cock. That’s wrong and slutty and not truceful. That’s why he said no. He doesn’t want that. It was wrong to even ask.
He returned with a tall glass, more ice than water. She snagged it eagerly and drained the water in a second, then scooped out ice and ran it all over her neck and chest.
BRAX’S MOUTH DRIEDout watching.She must not realize. Must not get how it turns a man on to see his girl rubbing herself all over— not that she’smygirl.Penny let out a tiny, pleased yip as the ice found her nipple.Or maybe she wants to torture me. I admit, I deserve some kinda torture. She’s awfully creative about it.
“Turn around, I need to try something,” Penny commanded and didn’t even wait for him to obey to start fishing out an ice cube, hand heading between her legs.
Brax turned, trying not to moan, trying not to reach down and stroke himself.
“Oooh. Oh, that’s better. That’s good.” Her voice was breathy.
She’s putting ice in her pussy. Or rubbing it on her sweet little slit, over her little nub.
No. That’s impossible. She would never do that with me in the room, where I could see her any second with one little turn of my head— stoppit, Head. Stay still, eyes forward. Or eyes closed. That’ll be it. Eyes closed. I passed out from the cold. I’min some sort of frozen comatose state, and all of this is a bizarre dream.
“Argh! It melts in seconds. It’s not working. Why does ice have to melt? Brax, do they make non-melting ice?”
