Keeping the ice securely in his mouth, he bent his head and dragged it down my stomach. I cried out from the shock of cold and almost reached for his head to stop him, but he gave me a stern look. Fuck, I loved that.

His gaze lazily trailed down my legs. “Open up for me.”

I spread my legs as his eyes inspected and devoured every inch of me.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he grunted. “That might be the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

I moaned and his gaze flashed to mine, steeped heavy with longing.

He dragged the cube up my inner thigh heading for the one place I desperately needed him most. “Wider, baby.”

I stretched open and squirmed as the ice rounded my hip and slipped across my abdomen to the other side, ultimately closing in on my throbbing midpoint.

He rubbed the smooth slice in an outlying pattern, completely tormenting me, and never reaching my center. My very molten center now so ready to erupt that it would’ve instantaneously liquefied that ice.

Finally, his teeth grinded into what was left of the ice cube and he rubbed it over my swollen opening and then slipped it inside. The sensation was so indescribable I couldn’t help but bow my back and arch off the bed.

“Nate, please,” I whimpered. “I need you. I need more.”

“Yeah?” he said. “You want more?”

He settled his shoulders between my legs. Then he positioned his forearms beneath my thighs, rolling them upward. “Say it again.”

“I . . . I need more,” I stuttered out. “Please.”

His cold fingers met my hot skin on the tender underside of my thigh and I tensed.

Thing was, I’d never been into oral sex. The guys I’d dated usually went straight to the fucking part. I’d never really cared much about the other part. Never really needed it. Until this very instant.

If Nate didn’t put his mouth on me—the mouth he claimed he rarely put on anybody—I would surely die an agonizing death.

“Like this?” He slipped the tip of his cold tongue inside me and I cried out at the sensation. He dipped in and out at a lazy pace, his blazing eyes on me the entire time. “Fuck, I could taste you all night.”

Hearing that out of his pretty boy mouth was nearly my ruination. I prayed he’d move up to where I needed him most. I was aching with raw need.

“Where else do you need my tongue?” he said, reaching up and pinching my nipple. “Say it.”

“I need your tongue on me.”

“Where exactly?” he said palming, twisting, and squeezing my breast.

I whimpered. “Between my legs.”

“That’s a good girl,” he said and then gave my inner thigh a substantial bite. “Here?”

“No,” I grunted out, my center throbbing now.

His breath fanned across my midpoint and then he licked the outer edge of my lip. “Like this?”

I squirmed attempting to force his mouth right where I needed him. “Fuck, no.”

He licked the other side. “How about here?”

I shook my head forcefully ready to use my own hand to get my needs met.

“Then fucking say it,” he growled.

“Right in the center. On my clit,” I moaned. “Please.”

Dragging the broad side of his chilled tongue up my center, I practically sprang out of my skin. It was the strangest sensation, glacial cold against scorching heat and my thighs nearly clamped around his head.

He slid one delicate finger inside of me, and then two, while his tongue made love to my center, circling and swirling and nipping.

“Oh God, Nate.” He lapped and licked and then drew my nub between his cold lips. “Don’t stop.”

My orgasm rolled over me in slow and luxurious pulsing waves of pleasure as I gripped the bedsheets and mumbled his name over and over again.

“That’s it, baby,” he said, as he kissed and laved my center more gently now. I reached for his hair, and he let me, running my fingers through his waves. I was certain right then and there that this one night with Nate had absolutely destroyed me for other guys.

As he glided up my body, his tongue licked my stomach, between my breasts, landing on my neck. He felt hot and hard and I wanted desperately to bring him relief, however he needed it—and I prayed that meant he wanted to be inside me.

His mouth found mine and he kissed me deeply and passionately. This was the softer side of Nate and I reveled in it. I could taste myself on his tongue and I’d wondered why he’d decided to use his mouth on me so intimately.

Good lord, I wasn’t complaining, but I wanted to return the favor. I wanted to feel him and savor him, too. My hand slid down between our bodies and I gripped his huge and pulsing hard-on. I sat up, still clutching him. “Please, let me take care of you.”

“Fuck,” he said, when I slid on the floor between his knees. My hands trailed down his spine to his muscular backside and I tugged him forward. When my tongue swiped over the top of his head, the groan he released was long and throaty.

I licked the length of him, and then slipped my lips over the tip. I loved the feel of him in my mouth and the noises emitted from his throat satisfied me to no end.

All at once he pulled away and then yanked me onto the bed. Reaching for his belt on the floor, he began securing it around my wrists, making fast work of it.

I was dripping with need again, so when he suddenly stopped and looked into my eyes for silent consent, I was already nodding.