Page 30 of Hotter on Ice

“Me, too. And I’m on birth control.”

He reached out and caressed her cheek with so much tenderness. “We can still use condoms.” His voice was so low it was barely there.

She shook her head slowly. “No condoms. I want to taste you.”

His hand tensed as she said that, but he let it fall away immediately. “Just tell me at any time if you want to do things differently.”

“You, too.”

His laugh was a sexy rumble. “I’m pretty sure I’m not going to change my mind about your mouth around my bare cock.”

His crass comment together with the undercurrent of tenderness each time he touched her was doing crazy things to her insides. Alya leaned forward and pressed her lips against one of his balls. A string of curses toppled from his mouth, so she kissed the other, using her tongue.

“Your mouth is heaven,” he rasped. He smoothed her hair back for a better view.

“You like watching me like this?”

“You know I do.”

She moved a little higher, pressing her lips against the base of his cock. A shudder ran through him as she moved higher, licking the smooth skin. Drops of precum gathered at his tip, and she flattened her tongue and licked them. He answered with a heavy groan. His taste, his scent, the softness of his tip, his sounds of arousal—each element of this experience made her hotter.

“Did you ever get yourself off, imagining this?”

“Fuck, yeah. Too many times to count,” he whispered. “But the real thing is so much better.”

She licked him again from base to tip. Then she wrapped her hands around his base and took him into her mouth. He was big, really big. She tilted her head up. His expression was twisted in a silent balance between agony and pleasure, but he made no sound.

Alya took him in again, slowly sucking his thick cock deeper into her mouth and pulling out. She could see his hands fisted, the veins popping out of his forearms, but he didn’t touch her. Did he want to? She definitely wouldn’t mind if he showed her what he liked most. Was he gentle, or did he like it rougher? She was pretty sure she could get behind just about anything with this man. Well, almost anything. But for right now, he seemed to be leaving her to explore on her own.

She sat back, aching from the kneeling, though she hadn’t noticed just a moment ago. She was so into this. Into him. “I want to learn more about what you like. But right now, I want you to make it good for me.”

He helped her up, his hands gentle on her, stroking up and down her arms slowly as she stood in front of him.

“Fuck, Alya, I want you,” he whispered, moving his hands up her shoulders, stroking her jaw. “Can you feel how much I want you?”

She nodded. “You’re very direct,” she said with a little smile.

His intense gaze burned into her, telling her just how badly he ached for her. He bowed his head, resting his forehead on hers. His fingers traced the line of her jaw, then moved down. His hand settled at the base of her neck, callused and possessive, though he didn’t pull her closer, just looked at her with his dark brown eyes. This was Henning, naked and wanting her, and finally, she would have him. She touched his face, too, his lips, his scars, the creases in his brow. She parted her lips, wanting him, aching for him.

Alya lifted her hands and wove them into his hair, tugging his mouth to meet hers. His kiss started soft, surprised, but it quickly turned hungry. She pressed herself against him, skin to skin, and his fingers tightened around her neck as he took the kiss deeper. She sucked on his bottom lip and then bit down gently. His tongue stroked in and out of her mouth as he let out a deep rumble from his chest. He pulled back, a dazed look in his eyes.

“Holy fuck,” he muttered with a laugh.

He took a step back and sank down on the bed, and she climbed on his lap. They had sat this way before, her straddling him, but they hadn’t been naked. Now, she pressed her body against him, feeling the way her skin met his, the way his hard muscles felt as they moved against her. And the heat—there was so much heat coming off him. He settled his hands on her hips, gently stroking her, moving his palms down, over her ass and then back up again.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered, his voice reverent.

His cock throbbed impatiently, so she scooted closer until his erection pressed up against her. She grabbed on to his shoulders and moved herself up, using him to stroke her clit. She was so wet as she slid against his cock. His fingers tightened around her ass, and he flexed his hips as she moved back down. The sounds of raw pleasure came from both of them as they shifted and moved against each other. When she slid down again, he ground his hips against hers, whispering how badly he wanted her, how hot she made him. Still, he wasn’t speeding this up, just stroking her. Like he was waiting for her to make the next move.

She lifted herself up again, but this time, she reached between them and positioned his cock right at her entrance. Then she raised her gaze to meet his. He was staring at her as if she were the only thing in the world that mattered. And in that moment, it felt like so much more than sex, so much that it took her breath away. But she had promised herself to enjoy this feeling, not worry about it, so, slowly, she lowered herself. Her body needed time to adjust, so she eased down just a little bit, then pushed up again.

Henning’s hands dug into her hips, but he didn’t move, just coaxed her on.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “Just like that, baby. You like that? Do you want to ride my cock?”

It was the kind of talk she had ached for. His words were making her even hotter, reminding her all the time that he was the one fucking her. Like he didn’t want her to forget. She sank lower and lower until finally he was deep inside her. They sat that way, looking at each other. She had never done a lot of talking in bed, but Henning was being so open about how he felt that she just said what was going through her mind.

“Rougher.” The word slipped out, and she didn’t want to take it back.