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“Leonardo,” I moan, my voice barely a whisper.
He chuckles softly, clearly pleased with my reaction. “You like that, don’t you?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, continuing his sensual torture. The ice melts on my skin, leaving trails of water that he follows with his lips, kissing and licking, his touch igniting fires wherever he goes.
The pleasure builds, each sensation heightening the next. I’m completely at his mercy, every nerve in my body on edge. His hands, his mouth, the ice—it’s all too much, and cry out as I approach a release.
As the waves of pleasure crash over me, I’m astounded at how something as simple as ice could bring me to such an intense climax. My body trembles, my breath ragged as I slowly relax. When I finally open my eyes, Leonardo is standing over me, a satisfied smile on his lips.
But it’s not just his smile that captures my attention—it’s the feather tickler he holds in his hand. “What are you planning to do with that?” I ask, my voice shaky but filled with curiosity.
“You’ll see,” he replies, his tone dripping with mischief. He brings the tickler to my skin, starting at my collarbone.
The soft feathers glide over my skin, causing goosebumps to rise in their wake. It’s a completely different sensation from the ice—delicate, teasing, and maddeningly slow.
He trails the tickler down to my breasts, circling my nipples. I gasp, my body arching toward him, craving more contact.
But the cuffs hold me in place, and I’m left helpless, at his mercy. He moves lower, the feathers dancing across my stomach, making my muscles quiver.
“Leonardo, please,” I whisper, not even sure what I’m begging for anymore. The anticipation is driving me wild.
He doesn’t respond; he just continues his teasing journey, moving the tickler lower toward my most sensitive spots. I buck my hips when the feathers brush against my inner thighs, desperate for more. But he’s in control, and he takes his time, savoring my reactions.
Finally, he reaches my center, and the light, feathery touches are almost too much to bear. I cry out, my body straining against the cuffs, every nerve ending on fire. And then, without warning, he gives a slight whip of the tickler to my sensitive spot. The sudden sting, combined with the feather’s softness, sends a shockwave through me.
“Oh my god,” I scream, my body convulsing as another orgasm rips through me. It’s more intense than the last, my mind going blank with pleasure. I can’t move, can’t think—just feel.
When the sensations finally ebb, I’m left panting, my body limp and sated. Leonardo leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. “You’re incredibly hot,” he murmurs, his voice filled with admiration.
“You... you surprised me,” I manage to say, still catching my breath. “I didn’t know ice and feathers could do that.”
He chuckles softly, unfastening the cuffs from my wrists. “There’s so much more to explore, Kaitlin,” he says, rubbing my wrists gently.
He takes off his pants along with his briefs, exposing his big dick. Even though I’ve seen it before, I still marvel at how huge it is and how it managed to fit inside me. I watch as he opens his bedside drawer, takes out a condom, slips it on, and then joins me in bed.
As he finally enters me, the world narrows to just the two of us. The sensation is overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and intimacy. We move together, a rhythm that feels both new and achingly familiar.
Our bodies find perfect harmony. Soon, another wave of orgasm takes over my whole body. His release follows soon after. When we finally collapse, spent and satisfied, he pulls me close, his arms protective around me.
After a while, he carries me effortlessly out of bed, his strong arms holding me securely against his chest as we enter the bathroom. It’s enormous and luxurious, with marble floors and a vast, glass-enclosed shower.
Leonardo gently sets me down, his eyes never leaving mine as he reaches to turn on the shower. He steps into the shower first, extending a hand to me. I take his hand, stepping into the warm embrace of the water, the steam enveloping us as he pulls me close.
His lips find mine again, the kiss deep and hungry, filled with a passion that leaves me breathless. His hands glide over my wet skin, exploring every curve and dip of my body. The sensation of the water combined with his touch is intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. He lifts me, pressing me against the cool marble wall, and I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling the hard length of him against me.
His mouth moves to my neck, nipping and sucking, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. My head falls back, a moan escaping my lips as he worships my body. His hands grip my hips, positioning me just right.
With a powerful thrust, he enters me, filling me completely. The sensation is overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain that has me crying out. He moves with a primal intensity, each thrust driving me higher, closer to the edge.
The sound of our bodies moving together, the slap of skin against skin, fills the bathroom. My moans mix with the rush of the water, creating a symphony of passion. His hands are everywhere, gripping, caressing, driving me wild.
“YES!” I scream, my voice echoing off the walls. “Don’t stop.”
He growls a deep, primal sound, his pace quickening. The feel of him inside me, the heat of his body against mine, pushes me to the brink. I cling to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as he drives me closer to another release.
With a final, powerful thrust, he sends me spiraling over the edge. My body convulses, a scream of ecstasy tearing from my throat as I come undone in his arms. He follows moments later, a roar of pleasure escaping his lips as he finds his own release.
We stand there, panting, holding onto each other as the water cascades over us. The intensity of the moment leaves me weak, my body trembling with aftershocks of pleasure. He gently lowers me to the ground, his lips brushing mine in a tender, lingering kiss. He turns off the water, scooping me into his arms once more.
He carries me back to the bedroom, laying me on the soft, inviting bed. He climbs in beside me, pulling me close, our bodies still damp from the shower.
