I follow the ice with my mouth, my tongue hot against the cold trail it leaves behind. Her skin pebbles beneath the dual sensation and her breathing turns ragged.
"Sebastian," she whispers.
"I know," I tell her as I select another cube. This one I trace around her left breast, spiraling inward toward the peak but never quite reaching it. When she whimpers and her hips shift restlessly against the mattress, I replace the ice with my mouth, sucking her nipple between my lips.
The contrast of temperatures pulls a broken sound from her throat. Her hands fly to my shoulders, nails digging in through my shirt. I bite down gently, just enough to make her gasp, then soothe the sting with my tongue before moving to repeat the process on her right breast.
Here, I leave another mark, sucking the soft flesh at the underside until I know there will be evidence of my claiming tomorrow.
Her hands are in my hair, fingers tangling in the strands and tugging with increasing urgency as I work my way down her body. Ice cube after ice cube, followed by the heat of my mouth, until her skin is a roadmap of sensation.
When I reach her pussy, I pause, looking up the length of her body to meet her eyes. What I see there—desire, trust, and desperate need—makes my cock throb painfully. I want nothing more than to free myself, push inside her, and claim her completely.
Instead, I reach for one more ice cube. This one I place in my own mouth, letting it melt against my tongue as I lower myself between her legs.
"Oh shit," she breathes, understanding dawning in her eyes a moment before I make contact.
The first taste of her is a revelation and I can’t help but groan against her skin. I bite back smile when the vibration makes her hips jerk upward. But I need her still. Gripping her thighs hard enough to leave marks, I hold her open as I explore with deliberate, measured strokes.
The ice has mostly melted against my tongue by the time I find her clit, swollen and desperate for attention. When I close my lips around it, sucking gently while the last of the cold lingers in my mouth, Mia cries out, her back arching off the bed so violently I have to use my forearm across her hips to keep her still.
"Sebastian, please…" she gasps, her voice breaking on my name.
I pull back just enough to speak against her heated flesh. "You taste like heaven," I murmur. "Sweet and perfect and absolutely fucking addictive."
Her thighs tremble under my hands as I return my attention to her clit, alternating between broad strokes of my tongue and focused attention that has her writhing against my mouth. Each sound she makes—every whimper, every broken plea—goes straight to my cock, but I ignore my own desperate need. This is about her. About showing her what she's been missing, about what I can give her if she trusts me completely.
"I could stay here for hours," I tell her, pressing kisses to her inner thighs between words. "Could worship this pretty pussy until you're sobbing my name."
"Please," she whispers again, fingers threading through my hair. "I need…I can't…"
"What do you need, Mia?" I ask, though I can see exactly what she needs in the way her hips chase my mouth, in the flush spreading across her chest, in the way her breathing has turned to desperate pants. "Tell me."
"I need to come." The words tear from her throat. "Please, Sebastian, I need to come so badly."
The raw desperation in her voice nearly unravels me. Not yet, I tell myself. Not until I've taken her apart completely.
I seal my lips around her clit again, this time with purpose, sucking and licking with increasing intensity. Her moans grow louder, more desperate, her body tensing as she approaches the edge I've been driving her toward.
Just as I feel her start to pulse against my tongue, just as her breathing turns to sharp gasps and her thighs begin to shake with the onset of her orgasm, I pull away.
"No!" she cries out, her eyes flying open to stare down at me with wild desperation. "Sebastian, please, I was so close—"
"I know," I say, pressing a gentle kiss to her hip bone as she trembles. "But not yet. Not until I say."
Her chest heaves as she tries to process what I've just done. "That's not fair," she whispers.
"Fair has nothing to do with this," I reply, moving up her body until I can capture her mouth in a deep kiss. "This is about control. About trust. About proving that I can give you more pleasure than you've ever imagined, but only when you surrender to me completely."
She stares up at me, eyes bright with desperate need. For a moment, I think she might fight me, might demand her release. Instead, she nods, a small, shaky movement that tells me everything I need to know.
"Good girl," I murmur against her lips, and feel her shiver at the praise. "Now let me show you what happens when you trust me completely."
I slide back down her body, positioning myself between her thighs once more. This time, when I put my mouth on her, I don't hold back. I devour her with single-minded focus, using every technique I know to drive her higher and higher.
And when she finally shatters and her orgasm crashes over her with an intensity that has her screaming my name and clawing at the sheets, I don't stop. I work her through it, drawing out every last tremor until she's boneless and gasping.
For a moment, I simply rest my cheek against her inner thigh, watching the rise and fall of her chest as she comes back to herself. Then I press a gentle kiss to the same spot before moving up to lie beside her.
