Laura trembled and quivered under his touch. “Please make the ache go away,” she begged.
“Oh, I plan to, sweetheart.” He pressed a kiss over her drenched mound and parted her folds with his tongue. Her juices began to flow. The first delicious taste pushed him to the edge.
“Is this helping?” he asked as he made a slow pass with his tongue, hoping to make her delirious with pleasure.
She spread her legs wider, granting him deeper access. “Not yet, you better keep trying…” When he kissed her again, her voice fell off as a moan worked its way up her throat.
He deepened the kiss and then slipped one finger inside her tight fissure. A heated moan tore from her throat. When he felt her slick heat, pleasure forked through him and tilted his world off its axis.
He drew a quick breath and glanced up at her. His voice thinned to a whisper. “Laura, you’re dripping.” Did she have any idea what that did to him?
Torrid heat filled her seductive eyes when they met his. She whimpered and bucked against his hand. “You make me this way.”
Jay pushed another finger in and swirled it around her liquid heat. She grew slicker with each stroke.
“Does this help, Laura?” he asked as he dipped into her syrupy arousal with the soft blade of his tongue and curled it around her clit. “Does this help the ache?”
Her whole body vibrated. It amazed him how much pleasure he took in pleasuring her.
“Ohmigod,” she murmured as he applied the perfect amount of pressure to her beaded pearl. He could tell she was close by the way her muscles clenched around his fingers and sucked him in deeper.
“Does it still hurt, Laura?” His body ached to join with the heat between her legs.
She pulled in a breath, writhed and moaned. “Yes.” Her deep, raspy voice made his cock pulse.
He frowned in concentration. “Then perhaps I’ve been doing this all wrong. Maybe I need to change tactics.”
She raced her fingers through his hair, gripped his head, and pinned his mouth to her sex. “Oh no, Jay, you’ve been doing it all right,” she rushed out. “It’s helping ease the ache. Please don’t stop.”
With determined strokes, he worked his finger in and out of her while his thumb spiraled higher to toy with her clit. She bucked forward, impaling herself on him. He changed the rhythm and tempo and stroked her G-spot until she convulsed in his arms. Moments before he allowed her to tumble into orgasm, he inched his finger out and slathered her creamy essence over her clitoris in a slow massage.
“Jay…no…please.” Her shameless begging thrilled him.
He chuckled easily. “I think I may need to ice it.”
Her eyes flew open. “Oh God,” she cried out, her hands clutching the edge of the counter.
Without breaking eye contact, Jay gripped the thin elastic straps on her panties and, in one fluid motion, snapped them.
Laura gasped in surprise. Jay tossed the scrap of material aside and reached for her lemonade. He took a slug, fished out one ice cube, and set the plastic cup back on the counter.
“Have you ever used ice to take down the swelling before, Laura?” he questioned softly.
She gave a quick shake of her head. Her eyes were alive with eager anticipation.
Good. He wanted to be the first. Come to think of it, he wanted to be the first for a lot of things where Laura was concerned.
“Let’s see if this helps, then.” He breathed the words over her pussy and watched her damp hairs bristle.
Goose bumps pebbled her flesh when he touched the ice to her skin. Their eyes met and locked as he trailed it over her stomach and higher. He feathered it over her supple breasts and slowly circled her hard nipples. Her buds puckered and throbbed as he brushed them with ice. In no time at all, the ice began to melt against her scorching body.
Hands trembling, she began to shake almost violently. “I don’t think it’s working, Jay. It’s making me ache more,” she whimpered, and touched her body all over.
With a tap of his hand, he urged her thighs farther apart. “Maybe I’m not touching the right spot.” Her eyes opened wider when he put a fresh cube between his lips and dipped his head.
As he sank his mouth into her warm, wet, passion-drenched heat, he manipulated her clit with the frozen cube. Her skin tightened and quivered under his gentle assault. As he plucked her inflamed pearl, he probed her opening with his finger, bringing her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy yet never allowing her to tumble over.
She began clawing at him. A cry lodged in her throat. Her body shuddered uncontrollably against his invading mouth.
“Jay, I’m so close. Please, I need to come.” She gyrated against him.
He was drowning, losing himself in her sweetness. His cock ached so hard now, juices dripped from the slit. It took everything in him not to reach inside his shorts and stroke himself.
When the cold ice turned to liquid, he replaced it with his tongue and pushed another finger inside her. His burning mouth pressed hungrily into her heat. She palmed his muscles and squeezed her legs together, her silky thighs hugging his face.
He breached her opening with a third finger. “Would you like another?” Barely able to draw air into his lungs, he breathed the words over her pussy.
“Yes…” she hissed.
Deciding to end her sweet torment, he changed his small quick laps into long luxurious strokes. He pushed his third finger all the way in, filling her to the hilt. It was a deliciously snug fit. Slowly, he pumped his fingers in and out. She began to shake with sexual frustration. When he increased the tempo, he felt her body go up in flames.
With unabashed passion, she began moving, pressing against his
