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“You’re still too hot, wildcat.”
“Yes.”
He removes his finger from me and takes the ice into his hand, pressing it into my clit. “Holy shit!”
It burns, but in a good way.
Then he takes the ice down and I feel it press inside me.
“Jesus, Jackson!”
He fucks me with the ice before removing it from me and pressing it into my clit again as he pushes his fingers back inside me. The sensations are intense – the burning cold, the sweet friction of his fingers inside me. I love every second of it.
I grip his shoulders tightly, not sure how much longer I can take it. He slowly removes his fingers from my body and takes the sliver of ice in his hand. He brings it up to my mouth.
“Open up.”
I do and he slips it into my mouth, the taste of me melting on my tongue.
“I think you’ve cooled down enough.”
He slowly releases me until my feet are back on the ground, but I’m still pressed against the refrigerator. He sinks down taking my thighs in his hands and spreading me wider.
“Let’s warm this pussy back up.”
He presses his mouth to me, his tongue slowly licking my clit. I’m a little numb, but the feel of his warm tongue still has me jerking at the contact. He moves his tongue over me in delicious strokes until the numbness suddenly disappears and fiery sensations flood my body. The intensity of it has me screaming out. He flicks his tongue against me harder and my orgasm hits like a burst of fireworks.
And he doesn’t relent.
He stays with me, taking every ounce of my orgasm from me.
As my body relaxes, I almost melt completely into the floor, but he catches me and holds me up as he stands. He grabs my hand and starts to pull me through the kitchen.
“Wait, why are we stopping?”
“I don’t think there are condoms stored in the cookie jar.”
Oh right. I’ve never been with anyone without a condom so the fact that it completely slipped my mind shows how much Jackson has befuddled my brain. And the fact that I would like to not have anything between us has made me certifiably crazy.
We enter his room, and he leaves me at the foot of his bed as goes over to the dresser where his wallet is sitting. I take the moment to look around his room and the monitor he has set up with all the camera feeds on it. My gaze immediately zeros in on the camera on the pool. Did he sit there and watch me?
Jackson’s arms encircle my waist from behind as his lips kiss the curve of my neck.
“You said you deleted the pool footage. Is it completely gone?”
“Yeah. All traces.”
A warmth fills me that he did that for me, that he protected me from myself. Yet there’s a tiny part that’s disappointed. I want to see it. I want to see what he saw.
“Did you watch me?”
He stiffens behind me and takes a moment before he answers. “Yes.”
“I wanted you to.”
“I know.”
I turn in his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck. “What did you do?”
