When the frost headed south, making a winter wonderland of my treasure trail and on down, I held my breath. Until tendrils of cold wrapped around my cock, then I hollered and my hips thrust up all on their own. “Oh, fuck, yes,” I practically groaned before I managed to look down my body and really groaned.
The same kind of frost that grew across a window was covering me from tits to balls. I was shivering but throbbing, the cold making my muscles tight, my cock achingly hard and leaking. Swear to god, I nearly came when Flurry noticed the precum dribbling down my cock and giggled as he froze it.
“Flurry! Oh, god… Not yet. Baby, please…”
“Youdolike the cold, don’t you?”
“Yes. Oh, fuck.”
“And I should enter you here?”
I tried so hard to resist right then, oh god, because he trailed that icy finger of his down and teased my hole. It wasn’t just his touch, though, but the frost that bloomed from the center of me and spread outward. The crackle of cold right there had me whimpering.
“Flurry!”
I came. I couldn’t stop it regardless of how much I didn’t want anything he did to me to end. The cold merged with the heat inside me and I exploded. God, it feltso good.
When my moaning ceased and I could breathe again, I looked down to find him— Good grief. He was using my cum to make snowflakes of various sizes and designs all over my abs.
“I can’t decide,” I said, “if you’re a sadist or just really creative.”
He giggled. I never thought I’d hear my prickly little prince do that.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said as he came up beside me to loom over me. “But I do like hearing you holler my name. And the way you beg? Mmm…”
He leaned down and kissed me, and I opened up for him. I’d gone to bed with a few men who’d left an impression, but Flurry was in a league of his own.
When I heard the slick sound of a cock being stroked, I pulled away and realized he was hard. Still hard?
“Did you not come yet?”
He shook his head, biting his lip.
“Stop! Let me. Fuck, Flurry, let me.”
I rolled over, toppling the house of cumsnowflakes on my abs, and manhandled him higher on the bed. With me on my side, I clutched one of his thighs to my chest and grabbed his ass with my free hand. His hips jerked when I sucked his cock into my mouth, so I urged him to do it again. In no time, he was fucking my face with his smooth, chilly dick, his fingers pulling at my hair, and his voice going higher and louder.
“Milo… M-Milo!”
He shoved, I opened, and he came down my throat in cool bursts of cream. I swallowed and moaned, fingers biting into the meat of his tight ass. When he tried to free himself, I almost didn’t want to let him go.
“Fuck, I love doing that,” I practically groaned, my voice a little hoarse.
“I can… I can tell.”
I smiled and looked up at him. Curled around me, he was flushed and beautiful as he panted. He couldn’t seem to keep his pretty eyes open, so I pulled him down to rest on my chest and cuddled him up. The way he sighed sounded so contented, it had me kissing his forehead.
I knew right then that I was going to lose my heart to him.
We stayed cuddled up, quiet and contented, for so long that I thought maybe he’d fallen asleep. I didn’t mind at all. My lips were against his forehead and the spires, snowflakes, and tendrils of his hair glittered in the pale light right in front of my eyes. I could stare at that all day.
“I really was worried,” he whispered so low I almost didn’t catch it.
I kissed his forehead. “I’m sorry. I really thought crossing the lake would work.”
He snaked an arm over my side and clutched me to him. “I don’t want you to try that again. Not anywhere.”
“Oh, I won’t. No more water crossings for me. I can’t even think of trusting a boat.”
