Ice Cube and Wet Heat.
17:40 Jul 21 2007
Times Read: 1,321
*The glass of ice just made it to the edge of the refrigerator top as he pushed her against the wall of the break room. Hands in his hair pulled his lips down to hers, lips he was more then willing to give her. With a soft moan, she used the same hair to pull him off…giving his tongue one last suck. “We have to stop. We can’t do this here.”
He felt her hands move from his hair, felt her draw back her desire… the energy slowly fading from around his. Taking a deep breath, he looked down at her, seeing the lust in her eyes…the hunger. In his mind he heard the words “Screw this. She wants this as much as I do.” Wrapping his arm around her waist, binding one of her arms to her side, he step forward and shoved her against the wall.
His kiss was not gentle or frightening to her. But it did bring back her desire, the shimmer of energy joined with his own as he took her mouth as he wanted to take her body. Stroking her, tasting her, small bites of pleasure. She tried to move her hands, finding only one free to move to his chest, her nails biting into his shoulder. He felt the pain, giving into his desire to thrust his hips into hers.
She gasps into his mouth, feeling his hardness. It had been to long for both of them, the pleasure and desire for each other denied. The kiss ends, both breathing heavy and fast. His hand moved to her blouse, pushing the cloth off her breast, the bra down so her hard pale pink nipple was free. She bite her bottom lip as he bent down, kissing her soft skin, his mouth open, taking her in.
She moves her hand back into his hair, watching as he works his was to her nipple, his tongue licking at the hard bud, then his mouth opening wide, taking her into hot wetness…the sucking as his tongue lap at her, the teeth teasing her with the pain he knew she liked, soft sighs coming from her.
She heard a slamming of an office door, and it brought her back to where she was. Once again she uses the hold on his hair to tug him off her. He straightens, lips wet and eyes dazed, she knew she had to end this. “Stop… not here.” Use to giving order, to having them followed, she lowered her hand, expecting him to step back, but he never. She pushed a little at his chest, and he caught her wrist, and twisted it around to her back. She looked at him, eyes wide as he clamps her one free hand with the one at her waist.
She was caught, unable to move. He smiled at her, but the gentleman smile was gone. This was a smile of a lover wanting to play…of a man who wanted to tease. She watched as he moves a hand to the glass of ice on the small refrigerator, and took a piece of the cubed ice. She glanced at the doorway, seeing people walking along the hallway, as he lower the ice to her breast.
She bite her lip as the coldness touched her hot body, her hips moved a little, only making him push his own tighter against hers, pinning her to the wall. He watched as she moved her head back, her teeth biting her lips as she fought to be silent. He smiled, liking her all helpless and aroused. His hard cock pushed against her as he lean in, whisper into her ear, “You want to scream. Make that high pitch sound as you cum… as I make you cum. I never doubt what brings your pleasure… your sounds lead me to what you like…what you need me to do to you. The sound you make as you cum…” He blew a hot breath into her ear, then bite at her neck.
At the same time he moves the ice to her nipple. Turning her lips toward his, she screamed into his mouth. He took the short scream, knowing she was having a small climax, wetting herself, and those silk panties he knew she wore. The ice cube drops to the floor as he cupped her breast, pinching her nipple between his cold fingers. Her scream turned into a grunt as she pushed her chest forward into his hand, begging for more silently, he feels the strong energy of her hitting his own. He moved his lips off hers, taking a deep breath, feeling her pleasure float over his body.
Both were shocked as two men walked into the room. He moved, blocking her from view as the men talked, getting coffee cups from the cabinet, pouring coffee. “But the sales are not going to meet the quarterly …” He felt her tug at his hand, trying to get free. He would not let her go. “Stay still.” He whispers to her and she did. One of the men glanced over at them as they left the room, only seeing a tall man he never seen before waved from beside the refrigerator.
She let out a sigh of relief and tugged at her hand, stepping forward, but he pushed her back as he moved to stand in front of her again, his hand and body holding her, restricting her movement. His lips moved to her breast again, this time biting at her softness, taking his teeth along her curve, till he took her nipple. Looking up at her, feeling her desire rebuilding, he moved his free hand between her legs. She lifts her head, mouth open as she took deep breaths… her pale neck bare.
She opens her legs a little, making room for his hand. He slides his hand up under her skirt, along her hose, over the tops, and found what he knew would be there, a wet heat. He pushed the cloth aside and slide a finger along her heat, working her wet folds till he finds her nub. Rubbing slowly, watched as her mouth opens into a perfect opening, and she started to pant. He bites down a little on her nipple and she gasp, her hips thrusting forward into his hand.
He pauses to enjoy the power he held. This woman in his arms, on the edge of giving over to him, was what sex was about. The energy given off a woman at this time…building to the peak…bliss. Men rush over this time; they forge onward, not caring of the women’s experience. But he knew were the true power is, was going to enjoy it as much as she did.
Just not yet.
He pulls his hand out of her panties, and she looked up at him as he moved his mouth off her breast. Her body was on fire, the energy at a peak as her desire was. She gave a low growl, and he smiled. She wiggled to be freed, not use to him making her wait, but she was held firmly. A yell from the hallway for someone to wait up made her mind clear a little and she spoke, her tone deep and husky. “We are done. Let me…” He words ended as he took an ice cube to his mouth, sucking on it. He winked at her, letting her know he was not done yet… not done with her. She felt her body inch toward its release with that wink… and his attitude, his control over her.
The heat from his body against her, her skirt pushed up to her hips, held captive in his arms…she made one lovely site. He moved his hand at her waist down to her ass but still kept his hold on her wrist. She would take control if he gave her a way, and he was not in the mood to do that. He was in the mood to take her… to not give her a choice.
He took the ice cube out of his mouth and lowers his cold wet mouth to her breast… kissing softly between them, as his hand moved back into her panties. She let out a sound of surprise, and he moved his lips to her breast. Coldness meet heat…he slide the ice cube into her, and her mouth found his neck, biting. When he forced the melting ice cube up with his finger into her, she clamps her mouth on him, muffled her scream. The scream he wanted to hear- of her orgasm, a hard and fast one. He felt the ice cube melt as heat overtook the coldness, the water mixing with her cum, her legs tight around his hand… as she would his hips if he had been buried deep in her. He had to feel her heat on his cock… the walls the ice cube had no chance of cooling. He slide his finger out of her body, it tightens around him to keep him inside… as it does his cock every time.
The energy surge of her orgasm almost made him cum himself, but he held it off. When her scream stop, and her mouth released form his neck, knowing she most likely drew blood with the bite, he moved back, releasing her. The energy she gave off was still strong, but was waning a little. He wanted to have it again, to have her again. He uses his hold on her arm to pull her around, tells her to “Bend over.” She turned around, hands on the wall, as she open her legs, bracing for what she hoped was coming next. He put a hand on her ass, stroking it, giving it a sharp slap. She pushed backward, wanting him to pound into her till she can not stand. He was stepping up, hand at his zipper, when the woman and man walk into the room, talking together.
They go toward the table that sits in the middle of the room, and he moves to block her from view. He watches as she pulls her skirt down, standing up, pulling her bra and blouse up. She hears the chairs being pulled out as the bags of food they brought in is rattled around. She felt a hand at her back, placed at the center, and then it was gone. Saying nothing, he left her, walking out of the room, and out of the building. She straightens her hair, taking a few minutes to catch her breath.
She moved around the refrigerator, taking the glass of ice, seeing it had not melted much. How long had they been? Five…seven minutes? She smiled at the couple as they looked toward her, seeing her for the first time. They offer her some food, but she tells them no. She leaves the break room, the wetness of the ice cube and her cum working down her legs as she goes toward the bathroom to clean up. She remember how he had held her, taking her control, but not in a degrading way. And she knew she would be aroused for days from it.
She looks down at the ice cubes in the glass, and knows it is as close to a cold shower as she will get right now.
Copyright: SKW July 2007
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