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She scowls, rocking her hips.
“Okay. I’ll try it.”
“Close your eyes.”
I have to say, “Keep ’em closed!” twice as I slide my fingers out of her, then kneel down beside the bed and open the cooler. If she recognizes the sound, she doesn’t show it. I tell her again to keep her eyes closed as I get what I want and bring it back to bed.
She’s really glistening now, covered. She smells fresh from the shower, but slightly musky from the heat. The scent of her pussy mingles with sweat. It’s a wonder I can smell her over the unpleasant mingling of the tight, close, stale air of our apartment with the city stink from outside the window.
I set the plastic bowl on the nightstand and stand to the side—well out of sweating distance—as I blindfold her.
The blindfold was fresh and firm from twenty minutes in the freezer when I put it in the cooler as she showered. Now it’s slightly less ready, but still cold as hell. The gel blindfold is one of those ones designed to take care of puffy eyelids, swollen tear ducts, bags under your eyes. It’s the hungover debutante’s best friend. This morning, I hid it in a Fudgsicle box so it would stay a surprise; when it’s this damned hot, the last thing Aisha wants is chocolate.
The blindfold may have softened since it left the freezer, but in contrast to the air in the bedroom, it feels freezing—I can tell. By the time she opens her eyes in surprise, I’ve got the elastic around her. Her shoulders tip down, the small of her back up. Her ass leaves the sweat-soaked sheets. The ropes go taut. She wiggles.
I fetch an ice cube from the bowl on the nightstand.
I press the ice tight to the hot-pink side of her neck. I await that sound of scared surprise that I crave. She gives it to me— the gasp and the curse that says You’ve blown my mind, baby. It’s followed by a pleasurable murmur, and she tips her head and presses her neck against the ice as I rub it all over her. If she had the faintest clue what was coming, she doesn’t show it. It seemed like an obvious tactic to me; why I haven’t thought about it before is utterly beyond me. But then, we both tend to lose brain function when the mercury hits these levels.
I stuff an ice cube in her mouth. Aisha sucks on it, crunches it up with her teeth. I’ve told her she’ll fuck the enamel doing that, but tonight she gets special dispensation. She chews and sucks and moans softly while I fuck her harder with my fingers. I’ve reached over and retrieved another ice cube by now. This one makes its way across the exposed portions of her tightly bound tits. When it hits her nipples, Aisha curses, grits her teeth. I linger there. She shakes her head back and forth, coal-black hair dancing. Some plasters itself to her shoulders; I peel it away and brush it back. I ice each hard nipple in slow, tight circles and feel the pink buds harden. I zero in on one and plant my hand over her breast, ice cube in the hollow of my palm, until I have to grit my teeth, too. By then, she’s pulling a Stevie Wonder, mouth dropped open and curses coming out. She can barely stand it. Her vocalizations go from curses and pleasured sounds to a high-pitched squeal of panic; then I palm the ice and shove it into her mouth.
There’s not much left. She crunches. Impatient little slut.
I seize two cubes of ice. I kneel between Aisha’s legs, acutely aware that I’m so overheated myself that I’m dripping sweat all over her. But this time she doesn’t complain—at least, not about that. I run one ice cube delicately from her neck to her face, over her forehead, down the other side of her neck and across her collarbone to the tit I haven’t abused yet. Its nipple’s hard and sensitive already, stiffened in sympathy for the other. I circle it with the ice; when Aisha seems about to scream, I circle wider and let the melting cube orbit her breast at an altitude of maybe two inches. There’s plenty to play with on Aisha’s tits; I take my time drawing the ice along the edges of the rope, where her flesh distends. The whole time, I’m running the other cube up and down her thighs, first one and then the other. This necessitates an awkward cross-body placement of my arms that only makes me sweat harder. Droplets pour all over her. She either doesn’t care or doesn’t notice them in the waterfall of melted ice and her own sweat. The breeze from the fans is chilling us, now.
As I pop first one cube, then the other, into her mouth, I fetch two more and concentrate on her thighs and lower belly. I tease them closer to her sex, and she rocks her hips in time. My cock is hard. It nudges her thigh, now and then, leaving a tiny trail of precum. I lean forward so I can caress her tits and her face and her neck again with both half-melted cubes. I don’t quite touch my thighs to hers, lest I sweat on her. But the head of my cock grazes her sex.
“Fuck me,” she gulps.
“I’ll sweat,” I quip.
“Shut up and fuck me,” she says.
“Not just yet,” I tell her, nudging the tip of my cock just barely into her; she gasps as it penetrates her, but then I pull it back at the last second. I bring my hands down to her pussy and slide the ice up the narrow space between her lips and her thighs. She moans.
These two cubes are mostly melted, now, and it’s damn hard to hold them. They could slip from my fingers at any time. So I put them somewhere they won’t get lost. I stuff them both inside her.
That brings a howl from Aisha. Her shoulders go down hard against the pillows, the small of her back forming a parabola as she strains against the ropes, surges and trembles against the sensation. I enter her quickly, feeling the tightness that comes from her natural, slippery lubricant being watered down as her pussy melts the ice. There’s still enough of it remaining that when I thrust quickly into her, my cockhead meets the remnants of first one, then the other mostly melted cube on its journey to the sensitive place near her cervix. I know from the way her mouth drops open wide that the pressure on that spot is making her eyes roll back behind the gel blindfold. She’s moaning.
Caught off guard by the cold, her sex has tightened; it feels uncharacteristically snug and unwelcoming against my thrusts—not to mention painfully chilly. Aisha seems to like that. But it’s my thumb on her clit that finally pushes her over the edge—no refrigeration necessary. I even warm it in my mouth before I press it up against her to stroke her clit in concert with my thrusts.
By the time I come, I’m sweating all over her; great drops of my perspiration pour from my body and soak the ropes alongside Aisha’s own sweat. Her skin is slick from top to bottom, with sweat and water.
She makes pleased sounds as I come inside her. I think I know better than to slump atop her—but when I try to pull back, she fights the bonds to pull her thighs together. She tries to trap me.
I get the picture; I lunge forward, my body against hers. She’s breathing hard and not from the heat. Her teeth are almost chattering.
“You’re shivering,” I tell her.
“So warm me up,” she says.
Her mouth surges up to kiss me, and for a long time I sweat all over her. She doesn’t shiver for long.
CAMWHORE
Auburn Sanders
She starts out wearing low-front, see-through mesh panties because she likes the way the angle of the panties seems to slim her wide hips and the way the transparent mesh accentuates the smoothness of her pussy. She wears a heavy bondage belt around her waist even though it makes her sweat, because there’s no convenient way she can attach her leather restraints above her head without taking about a year and a half’s worth of yoga. And she wears a push-up bra a cup size too small because she loves the way the push-up bra elevates her tits, making them spill out over the tops of the cups and providing ideal purchase for the clothespins.
