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“Suck on my ice cock,” I said softly. “If you do a good job, I’ll let you suck on something else after.”
“This . . . This . . .” Her breathing came out in startled gasps.
The heat pouring through me would melt a glacier. “I have all sorts of ideas for things we can do with ice.”
“I’m sure you do.” Her swallow took a long time to go down.
“It’s melting.”
“So it is.” After shooting me a mischievous smile, she lifted the icicle. At first, she was tentative, barely taking the tip into her mouth.
“It’s cold,” she said.
“Icy.”
“At least your cock isn’t this cold because . . .”
“What if it could be?”
Her breath caught. “Not this cold. That would be . . .”
I kissed her cheek. “I can adjust the temperature.”
“Why didn’t you do that the first time we were together?”
“I didn’t want to scare you away.”
“Elrik. This is an incredible turn-on. You know that, right?”
My grin made my face ache. “I was hoping it would be.”
“No frostbite down there, however,” she warned.
“No frostbite. I swear.”
She sucked more of the icicle into her mouth and swept her tongue across the tip.
My groan ripped out.
Her eyes sparkling, she pumped the icicle in and out of her mouth, taking more of it than I’d expected.
“Tastes good,” she mumbled. “Spicy.”
“Plain ice is boring, don’t you think?”
She pulled the icicle out of her mouth with a pop. “You’re right. I still can’t believe you can snap your fingers and create ice.” With a hum, she sucked the icicle back into her mouth.
She worked it well, and my poor cock turned into a rod in my pants. I kept picturing tugging the icicle from her mouth and replacing it with my cock. Her lips and tongue would be cold on my overheated flesh.
I was breathing heavily, as if I’d been running.
She slid the icicle out of her mouth. “I want the real deal, Elrik.” She took my hand and started running, dragging me down the beach.
I laughed as I kept up, not sure where she was goingbut determined to follow this woman to the ends of the earth if that brought her joy.
Finally, she stopped in a section of the beach with dunes overgrown with grass. Only a few homes had been built in this area, and they sat well back from the shore.
Peering around, she pointed. “I can’t believe I’m even suggesting it, but there’s a park bench up there that’s shielded by beach grass and wild rose bushes. It’s quite isolated.”
