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the warm wet feel of his tongue chasing the same path the ice had taken.
    “Yes. Yes,” I groaned in utter relief.
    The journey from my navel up and around my breasts was a warm, starkly soothing contrast from the cold chill of the ice. His tongue lapped at my nipples and my breast bone, sliding up my throat in one long luscious lick until finally he claimed my mouth. Our lips collided, smashing almost violently together as we hungrily invaded each other’s mouths, our tongues lashing and licking and entwining.
    He broke contact, gone for just a second, but when his mouth returned to mine it felt different, harder and colder. His lips parted, unveiling the cube of ice he held between his teeth, teasing me as he dipped it into my mouth and circled my lips.
    My need for him was becoming impossible to control, and I was about to beg him to touch me when he shifted and I felt him settle between my legs. The promise of release unfurled in the depths of my burning core. He began by gliding one sweep of the ice in a straight line up from my opening and over my clit, following it quickly by a sweep of his nose to soothe the icy burn. My hips shot forward as I bucked in response to the exquisite sensation and a wild, guttural groan heaved from my chest.
    Ethan continued with the extraordinary onslaught, repeating the action once, twice, three times, until my climax rumbled in my core like a volcano threatening to erupt. The ice was melting quickly, the water melding with the heated juice of my arousal, causing me to be a mass of sodden, slippery wetness.
    Just as I was about to beg him for some kind of penetration, desperate for his tongue or his fingers to enter me, he suddenly answered my silent plea. I cried out in shock and utter relief as my body absorbed the alien sensation. Oh-so-slowly, he pushed the ice cube inside me with his tongue. My instinct was to clench my muscles, gripping the ice inside me, before relaxing and allowing it to slide naturally back down. He pushed it in again, his tongue thrusting inside, my muscles gripping and releasing. The building friction was incredible, but all too soon the ice was gone, the heat from my desire melting it to nothing.
    Ethan persisted regardless, his expert tongue lashing at my soaking opening and my pulsing clit, and then the pressure of being opened had me holding my breath as finally he slipped two fingers inside. Beginning with a steady rhythm, he increased the tempo in time with the urgent thrusts of my hips, pounding them into me, pressing and curling and stretching. Pausing, he added a third finger and two more thrusts, and I came apart in his hand. My sex clenched, pulsing and throbbing and grasping at his fingers as my juices ran down them into his palm. He removed them slowly, his tongue continuing to lap gently at my arousal, sucking and nibbling as he gradually brought me down.
    “You taste like fucking heaven, Angel. My own sweet, delectable slice of fucking heaven.”
    My body buzzed with the aftermath of my fearsome orgasm, an electrical charge zapping through my blood. I could still feel his mouth close to my sex, my flesh seeming to thrum against his lips.
    “Christ, your pussy is practically purring with pleasure.”
    The lewdness of his words goaded me to arch my pelvis, pressing myself toward him in search of more. My God I was a wild, insatiable, kinky hussy.
    “You’re a dirty, dirty girl, Miss Lawson,” he breathed against me. “And to show my unbounded appreciation, I’m going to fuck you—long and hard.” Standing swiftly, he took my hand. “Sit up.”
    With the scintillating promise of him finally being inside me acting as an instant energy boost, I moved avidly into a sitting position and waited for my next instruction.
    “My God, you look so beautiful right now, baby.” He reached out and tweaked my nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger, stretching and elongating. The sharp sensation was intoxicating, and I felt my head loll