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We retired to the main floor, where the living room, kitchen, and dining area all opened up together. I leaned against the long island that separated the kitchen from the rest of the floor, as Gavin opened up his wine cabinet.
“What would you like, a glass of pinot noir? Shiraz? Reisling? Ladies choice.”
“Pinot is fine,” I said. “I didn’t realize you were such a wine connoisseur.”
He smiled as he reappeared with a wine bottle in one hand and a corkscrew in the other. “I wouldn’t go as far as saying I’m a connoisseur,” he said. “But my sister lives in the Okanagan. Every time I visit she sends me home with a new kind to try.”
“I’ve never been on that side of the mountains,” I said. “But I’ve heard it’s beautiful.”
He popped the cork and started pouring the deep red wine into two glasses. “You’ll have to join me some time.”
My cheeks flushed hot, and I turned away. “Don’t say things like that.”
He passed me a glass of wine. “Why not? You’ve never been there before. Wouldn’t you like to go sometime?”
“You know what I mean.” I met his gaze as I took my glass from him. Our fingers touched for a short moment, long enough to send a tingle up my arm. “Don’t make plans when we don’t know if this is going anywhere.”
He frowned before taking a sip. “Why would you say that?”
“Well it’s true,” I said, setting my glass down. “I’m tired of always looking for a future when nothing’s there.”
“Cher,” Gavin said, lowering his glass. “You’re thinking too much. It’s not like we’ve just met. I know you, and you know me. It’s okay to be guarded. But it’s also okay to have a little fun.” He reached for my hand and wrapped his fingers around mine. The warmth of his touch spread through my body, relaxing the doubts that had filled my mind when I stopped in earlier. He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it. “Now, let me start a fire, and we can relax.”
Two glasses of wine later I was feeling much more comfortable. It helped that the fire had warmed up the room and that Gavin had joined me on the couch. I was resting on one end, with my legs tucked up at my side, and he sat in the center turned toward me. In front of us was a tray of fruit with ice to keep it cold.
“What happened to your feet?” he asked, running his fingers across the bottom of one. “They’re filthy.”
I laughed. “I wore heels to the party. I had to kick them off while I was trying to escape.”
“They look sore,” he said. “Here, let me help.”
He leaned forward, putting his glass on the coffee table, then took a napkin and picked up an ice cube. I readjusted myself to let him take my feet in his lap and watched as he lifted one of my feet and ran the ice cube along the sole.
The cool sensation rippled through my sensitive skin, and I jolted my foot back, but Gavin held it tight. “Hold on.” He winked as a wicked smirk crossed his lips. “I promise you’ll enjoy this. Now close your eyes.”
I relaxed my leg letting Gavin have full control of my foot again. He slowly applied the ice again, this time softer, running it in circles along my skin. I leaned my head back, my eyelids pressed together, as the tiny sensations of cold were replaced with warmth when Gavin followed the ice with his thumb. Soon both my feet were being cleaned and massaged, and I was groaning in pleasure as he placed pressure in all the right places.
One of Gavin’s hands let go of my foot, running the ice cube along the inside of my leg up to my knee. Gavin shifted on the couch, still massaging one foot with his thumb, as his lips touched the inside of my ankle. I gasped with pleasure as they ran up the inside of my leg everywhere the ice had left its cool watery trail. As he reached my knees, I opened my legs, hiking up my dress and letting his hand move further along my heated skin.
“You’re not wearing any underwear,” he said, his breath hot against my skin as he reached the top of my thigh. I shifted my hips in response, spreading my legs further to invite him in.
He shifted again, returning with a new ice cube. Its frozen exterior pressed against my unshaven folds, slipping into my pink slit. He slid the cube up and down, moistening my clit as the icy water dripped down to his lips as they licked at my open hole. Gasps of pleasure escaped my throat as I struggled to control myself amongst the different sensations, cold, hot, slippery, and dry. My ass twitched under each burst of pleasure, making the feelings increase in capacity.
The ice disappeared for a moment as Gavin’s finger slipped inside of me. I arched my back to invite it deeper, but at the same time he pushed his lips against my clit, now with the ice pressed between his teeth. I moaned with pleasure as he suckled my swelling bud, in and out against what was left of the cold cube of ice. When another finger entered me, I screamed out in agonized pleasure, grabbing at the back of his head and pulling him closer to my center.
His tongue rode my clit as my hips ground against him. Inside the tension built up, while I panted between groans. “Don’t stop,” I pleaded. This only made Gavin work his tongue harder, lashing it against me, until I was ready to burst. I pulled his head hard against my opening, holding it there as I writhed from his touch, shrieking in pleasure as my orgasm tore through my body.
Never had I ever came like that before.
When it ended, I finally released Gavin’s head, and he pulled back gasping for air. “Are you okay?” I asked, panting between breaths.
“That was wild,” he said, collapsing on my middle.
I laughed out loud, part pleasure, part embarrassment. I had almost suffocated Gavin in my vagina. What a way to end things!
I straightened up, pulling my legs back together. Wetness dripped from my center, a mix of ice and cum. As I moved, Gavin sat up. I couldn’t help but notice the large bulge in his pants. I smiled, meeting Gavin’s gaze. “No, no,” he said, shaking his head. “I wanted tonight to be all about you.”
“Trust me,” I said. “I’m ready for round two. Drop your pants.”
