Page 93 of Crack the Ice

The second my thumb makes contact, she jerks, a breathy “yes” falling from plush lips that I dream about sliding my cock between. I hum against her thigh, my eyes focused on where I’m rubbing slow circles against her, increasing the pressure just enough to make her whimper.

My eyes jump to her face. Those amber eyes are almost black, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink, as she watches me with the intensity of a hawk.

“You like to watch, baby?” The thought alone has my dick jumping in my pants.

She nods.

Heat floods through my veins, and a devious chuckle fills the space between us. “That’s my girl.”

I move before she can get another word out, suctioning my mouth over her clit, alternating between licking and sucking. The surprised gasp it pulls from her has me grinding against the bed myself. Groaning against her, I push one finger inside and look up at what I can only describe as fucking paradise.

Her mouth falls open into the perfect “O”, before her head falls back against the bed. A growl builds in my chest when I lose sight of her eyes. I pull away, slapping my hand against her clit in one sharp movement.

“Mav,” she gasps as she brings her gaze back to me.

“You like to watch, so fucking watch. Don’t look away. Those eyes are mine.”

Another whimper floats through the air, her hips bucking against my face. “That’s it, baby. Take what you need.”

She does, rolling her hips and pulling my hair until she’s shaking around me. Her eyes roll back, but like the perfect girl she is, she brings them back to me. Those stunning amber eyes pierce through me, and for a moment my world splits down the middle. Us before, and us forever.

Her breath hitches, then her walls clamp down, holding me in place as an almost silent scream tumbles from her, searing into my brain like a drug.

Fuck, I’ll do whatever I need to, to get her to make that sound again and again and again. Her fingers tug at my hair as she pulses for one glorious moment until everything goes lax.

I slowly pull my fingers out, bringing them to my mouth and sucking them clean. I can’t help the sound that escapes when her taste explodes on my tongue again. “You taste even better mixed with me.”

“Mierda,”⁠* she whispers.

God, I’ll never get enough of this woman.

“Get up here,” she commands.

I don’t move, hiking a brow at the sudden change. She stands, pushing against my chest until I’m lying in the position she was just in. Elbows propped up on the bed so I can look at her with my feet flat on the floor. A low chuckle rumbles in the space between us as I watch her work the button of my jeans, lips pulling into a lazy smirk as I lift my hips and she pulls my jeans and boxers down in one fell swoop.

“I asked you to fuck me, so as skilled as your tongue is, I want that.” She points to my dick, eyes still locked on mine.

“Hmm, you’re calling the shots, are you?” I lay back, letting my arms fall to my sides. “Tell me what to do next, boss.”

She smirks, but all traces of amusement fall away when she looks down at what I hope will be her new favorite toy.

“You’re… pierced?” She rushes toward me, her knees landing in the spot mine had been in moments ago. Her fingers wrap around me, and I about fucking lose it. “When did you do this?”

“When you left.”

“Why?” She looks up at me from the floor, and I push my hips forward, tapping the head of my cock against her lips. She leans in, opening her mouth, allowing me to leisurely push inside.

I slide it over her tongue, and she moans again.

“There’s five,” I grunt, pushing the metal barbells further into her mouth. “One for every year you tried to pretend I didn’t exist.”

Her eyes cut to mine, filling with tears. My hand finds her jaw, cupping it to keep it where I want her. “Now, they’re for your pleasure. So how about you get your perfect ass on the bed, and let me show you how good they feel? If you don’t, I’m about half a second from coming down your throat. Which I’d love to do, but not today.”

She scrambles over me, flipping at the last second, laying herself out on my bed like an offering. One I willingly take. My mind is alternating between slamming home and moving slowly so she can feel the evidence of each year we spent in agony.

“Mav,” she whines.

My eyes trail over her body, the perfect body. The only body I’ve ever been this intimately acquainted with.