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The ice cube tray had melted a tiny bit, just enough to make them easy to release and give them a good slide. I cracked one free and touched it to her lips. Her little shocked noise was perfection.
I let the ice slide down the midline of her body, her arch at the sensation sending it careening straight to the crux of her thighs. They opened up at the first touch of cold and I rescued the cube as it dropped to the towel below.
“How was that?”
“Cold,” she said with a laugh. “But fun?”
“Good. You relax and we’ll see what else is fun. Hands over your head.” I climbed onto the bed and settled between her knees. There were a few sights in this world that undid me, and a lover spread open like this, trusting and needy, rocked me to my core every time.
I brought the ice cube to one of her pert nipples, and Nicky's arms snapped down as if to protect it, returning them to their proper position a moment later.
“If you move those hands again or you try to close your thighs then you’re not getting an orgasm from me today,” I warned.
She whined, and her fingers curled into her pillows as if that might keep them there no matter what.
I traced the ice along her upper thighs, and they quivered. A simple touch here and there—cheek, shoulder, stomach—kept her unsuspecting. With a few more innocent ones, I snatched a second ice cube as quietly as I could and tapped it against her pink folds.
She squeaked and bucked, but kept her thighs open like the very best girl that she was.
I set the cubes aside for a moment to give my fingers a break and picked up the candle. I sprinkled a few drops onto the inside of my bicep to test the temperature, and, deeming it safe, I tipped it, sending a cascade of hot melted wax down her chest and stomach.
Nicky's gasp made me impossibly hard. The long, beautiful arch of her body was decorated in splashes of white. She slumped down, breathing hard.
“Colour?” I asked.
It took her a couple more breaths to answer. “Green. I’ve never felt that before.”
“If you like it, we have much more extensive supplies at the pack house to play with.”
She rolled her hips, silently begging for a little more traditional attention. I ran my thumb through her slickness and rounded her clit until her whole body quivered. I fetched the ice with my free hand and touched it straight to her clit, holding only for a couple seconds before dragging it over the rest of her core, teasing her entrance and letting it slide down the cleft of her ass to land on the towel below.
“Are you okay to keep playing?”
Her head nodded excitedly. “Yes, please.”
My purr rumbled in my chest. I couldn’t wait to get her back to the pack house and introduce her to so much more.
I toyed with her while we waited for more wax to melt, the feather teasing her, the ice surprising her, all while she did her best to maintain her position to keep herself perfectly spread open for me.
“Please,” she said, shaking head to toe, fingers clutched desperately into her pillow.
“What do you want, baby girl?”
“I still want to play, but…I really want to come too.”
“Lucky for you I’m an accommodating person.”
I picked up her pink dildo and teased her entrance, slowly thrusting until the whole length of it was wet from her and buried as deep as it could go. Her hips flexed, and she serenaded me with a perfect symphony of desperate moans and little gasps.
“That's it, baby girl. Sing me a song.” I gave her some time with just the dildo fucking into her while my thumb attended to her clit until her sweet mouth dropped open with a cry and she shuddered head to toe.
I sat myself more comfortably and pulled her hips onto my lap, spreading her thighs open further and leaving the dildo right where it was.
“Baby girl, what colour would playing with your ass be?”
She squeaked, and though I had just worked her to an orgasm, her cheeks flamed even brighter as if the question was somehow more embarrassing for her than coming apart in my hands.
“Green.” She said it quietly and tipped her head so that, despite her eyes being covered, she wouldn’t have been looking in my direction.
