Melting the Ice(102)

            She’d never felt more alive, or more ready to touch him in return.

            “My turn,” she said. “Lie down here next to the pool.”

            She grabbed a towel from the stack on the chaise and laid it next to the pool. Drew lay facedown on it, but instead of putting lotion on her hands, she slathered sunscreen on her body, then lay on top of him.

            “Now this is interesting,” he said.

            She fit her body against his, and rubbed against him, her nipples aching as she slid against his back.

            “Lina,” he said, turning his head to the side to look at her.

            She pressed her hands to his shoulders to keep him in position. “Just stay there and let me touch you.”

            “You’re driving me crazy.”

            “That’s the idea, isn’t it?”

            She continued to roll over him, the lotion making her body slick as she lifted, then slid down his body, touching him everywhere with her breasts and sliding her still-bikini-clad pussy against his firm butt.

            At this point she wasn’t sure who was more tortured—him, or her.

            She stood, planting her feet on either side of his hips. “Now, roll over on your back.”

            He turned over, smiling up at her as he did. “Now there’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

            He made her feel bold and beautiful. She kneeled beside him and put sunscreen on his legs, massaging them the way he’d done hers. She wanted him to feel as good as he always made her feel. She straddled his hips and sat, then swept her palms over his chest and shoulders.

            He grasped her wrists. “Your hands are so soft. Do you know how hard I get when you touch me?”

            She shifted, sliding over his cock. “Yes.”

            “Take your bikini bottoms off and let me lick your pussy.”

            Shuddering at the prospect, she stood and untied the strings at her hips, then pulled away the material and tossed it to the side.

            “Now come sit on my chest and let me suck your clit. I want you to scream for me.”

            Grabbing the smaller towel next to them, she tucked it under his head. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on the cement as she lowered her sex to his face. Drew grabbed her butt and buried his face in her pussy, his tongue snaking out to lick the length of her.

            A rush of heat and pleasure engulfed her. That she was looking down at him, could watch his eyes as he explored every inch of her, was the most intimate thing she’d ever experienced. She rocked against his face, already close as he flicked his tongue around the sensitive bud and then closed his lips around it and sucked.

            His mouth was pure heaven, his tongue a thing of the devil himself as he flicked it over her clit, then laid it flat against her and, oh, the things he did to her. He slid his tongue inside her, then pulled out, rolling his tongue over her clit again. Tingling vibrations shot through her.

            She tilted her head back, letting the sensations surround her until she couldn’t hold back. Her climax was like an explosion, setting her nerve endings on fire at the center of her core.

            “Drew,” she cried out as she came. He dug his fingers into her hips as her orgasm rocketed through her, leaving her sweating and breathless.

            When the trembling subsided, she slid back, lying on top of him so she could catch her breath.

            “Your heart is beating fast,” he said as he stroked her back.