Disclaimer: I am not the author
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Coming to Spain during a heat wave was probably not the best idea. Though granted, when me and my friends booked this holiday a couple of months ago we didn't know there'd be a heat wave on at the time. At first the heat was a welcome relief from the cold winds of England, but the over 40 degrees Celsius heat is starting to wear on me.
Lying in bed tossing and turning with no respite to the heat, desperately trying to get some sleep, I finally give up the ghost and get up, glaring at the whirring fan which is doing nothing but pushing hot air around an already hot room. I pad along the corridor to the kitchen quietly to not wake my friends, my mouth watering at the thought of another drink of water with ice, or maybe just ice this time I think. It will last longer that way.
Opening the freezer the sudden rush of cold air shocks me, feeling so good on my overheated body. Standing there letting it rush over me, a moan slips out and my head rolls back, reveling in the cool breeze. I'm just wearing a thin nightshirt with nothing underneath, and my nipples have hardened under the sudden cold.
Knowing I can't stand there all night, I fill my cup with ice. Closing the freezer door, I suddenly get an idea. Picking up a piece of ice from the cup, I start rubbing the back of my neck with it. The sensation is amazing and I bring it round to the front of my neck, rubbing it all the way down between my cleavage. The ice has already started melting and leaves a slight sheen wherever it goes, but the sensation is so amazing I keep using it to cool down my skin, groaning slightly.
A noise behind me jolts me out of my state of bliss, and I drop the ice and bump into the countertop beside me. Yelping, I hurriedly turn around, but my foot slips on the ice and I lose my balance. My heart drops as I start falling, but strong hands grab me and keep me upright. I look into the blue eyes of my friend Sam, whose hands around my waist are currently the only thing keeping me upright.
'Thank you', I say blushing and finding my footing again, 'you startled me.'
'I didn't mean to sneak up on you,' he drops his hands from my waist and I find myself missing the contact, 'I was just getting a glass of water.'
'Same here,' I smile at him, 'but then I got the idea to use ice to cool down and it feels amazing. You should try it.'
Without thinking I grab another piece of ice and place it on his neck. He's still standing close from when he caught me before I fell so I don't have to reach far. When I place it on his neck, his lips open slightly in surprise, and I suddenly realize that he's only wearing a pair of boxer briefs, and his bare chest is right in front of me. I become aware of the intimacy of the action, standing so close together with barely anything on and me rubbing his neck with ice. He gulps slightly and I look down to where he's looking, my nightshirt is open more than usual from the heat, my nipples prominent through the shirt and where I was rubbing the ice has left a slight glisten. I look up suddenly and jerk my hand off his neck, but he grabs it and places it at the front of his chest.
Emboldened by his words, I start moving the ice along his collarbone, and he places his hands on my waist again. Bringing us closer together. I'd never seen Sam in a sexual light before, or at least, managed to push them away before they fully surfaced. He's always been attractive, sure, but now I'm noticing how broad his shoulders are, how toned his stomach is, his thick wavy hair currently in need of a haircut, flopping over his forehead and falling slightly into his blue eyes. The sharp cut of his jawline. His full lips. He swallows and I'm transfixed by the movement of his Adam's apple, bringing the ice up to run along his throat. He groans, and his head falls slightly backwards, allowing me more room. Making me bolder.
I start dragging the ice cube down his chest, past the sprinkling of chest hair and along the planes of his stomach. His hands at my waist tighten. I look further down and realize he's started to get hard under his boxer briefs. Flushing, I look up suddenly to meet his gaze.
'You're not going to start getting shy with me now are you?'
Still flushing but feeling bold, I drag the ice cube up his chest again but this time, bringing it to circle a nipple. He groans again, his eyes rolling back to the ceiling. The way he bites his lip when trying to stifle a groan is driving me crazy. How even though he has me pinned against the counter with his hands gripping my hips I feel safe, secure, more turned on than I've ever been. I've never been this confident before and it feels so good. He moves his gaze back down to me, indisputable lust behind his eyes. I've seen it before in glimpses, always excusing it for something else, but never this full on and unwavering.
'My turn now,' he says, a wicked grin taking over his face.
Brushing against me, I stifle a gasp as his chest brushes my hard nipples. He seems to hear it though, giving me a smug glance as he moves back in front of me with an ice cube between his fingers. Softly, his eyes not wavering from my face, aware of my reaction, he brings the ice cube to the nape of my neck. The cold sensation causes me to inhale. He brings it around and down my chest to my cleavage, the cold on my flush skin making me moan out loud. Then his lips come trailing after the ice cube. The sensation of the cold ice cube followed by his hot lips makes me whimper, arching into him, trying to get more. He lifts his head and looks into my eyes.
'Is this okay?' he says gruffly as he fiddles with the edge of my nightshirt, so close to revealing my breast.
I dumbly nod, too turned on to form a sentence, and he gently pulls the nightshirt off my shoulder and lets it fall down. Sam brings the ice cube to my breast, circling the nipple but not getting close enough, teasing me with it until I'm panting. I look up at him, unable to look away as his hair flops over his forehead, his cheeks slightly flushed as he gazes intently at me. I don't think I've ever been looked at with such reverence. At that moment he brings the ice cube to my nipple and the sensation brings the loudest moan yet. He looks up at me, unmistakable lust clouding my eyes.
'Shh shh baby,' he says softly, 'we can't wake the house up.'
Sam then lowers his head again, taking my nipple in his mouth and sucking. The sensation makes my legs go weak as I bite my lip trying to keep in the moans. I grab onto his shoulders to keep from collapsing to the ground. He lifts me onto the countertop in the kitchen as his mouth leaves my breast. My legs automatically open and Sam steps between them. He brings the ice cube back to my nipple, and then licks where it's been. And then again. The mixture of hot and cold makes me feel so good that my head rolls back to look at the ceiling as I arch my back to bring my breasts closer to his mouth. With this motion my nightshirt falls off my other shoulder, and it pools around my waist exposing my breasts completely to him. Sam palms them, looking into my eyes. I see the question in his eyes and I don't have to think twice about the answer.
'You have no idea how long I've waited for this,' his voice gruff as he looks at me.
Then he brings his lips down to meet mine. The kiss sends shockwaves throughout my entire body, and I open my mouth to him and he slides his tongue in to meet mine. Desperately I bring my hands from his shoulders up to grip his hair, trying to bring him closer and he responds intuitively. Gripping my ass, he brings me to the edge of the countertop so our bodies are flush against one another and his erection is grinding into my mound. Another moan escapes me into his mouth and he squeezes my ass tighter, the sensation making me dizzy. I grind closer to his erection, wanting, needing to feel more.
'Fuck baby,' he suddenly says, pulling away from the kiss and putting his face in my neck, breathing heavily. I realize that I am too.
With each breath my nipples brush his chest hair, sending tingles across my whole body, making my clit ache for more. With him still I move my hands from his hair onto his shoulders, feeling his soft warm skin and testing the strength that lies beneath. He moves his head back to look at me once again, my hands now falling to the front of his chest and allowing me to explore further. I love the way his nipples tighten as I graze them and his stomach muscles tighten as I lightly move my hands downwards, reaching his briefs. I palm his cock over his briefs in one of my hands, feeling how hard he is, rubbing him up and down. My mouth waters at the feel and he shudders, bringing his mouth to my neck, collarbone, breast, nibbling and sucking the skin. Making me feel electric under his touch.
He moves further down until I lose my grasp on his cock, and he reaches my waist, where the nightshirt has collected on my lap. He looks up at me with those blue eyes, longing shining through. 'Lift your hips for me,' he says, and I do it automatically. He pulls the nightshirt completely off me, leaving me naked and exposed. Normally this leaves me feeling subconscious but the way Sam is looking at me has me feeling confident under his gaze, the lust so open on his face.
'God you're beautiful,' he whispers, before kissing the inside of my thigh, opening my legs wider.
When I'm open for him, he moves his head between my thighs and gives me a long slow lick all the way up, before sucking on my clit.
'Already so wet for me,' he murmurs, before once again licking me.
My head rolls back once more at the sensation and I'm finding it hard to not make noise. Sam is driving me crazy.
'Look at me, baby,' Sam says, 'give me those beautiful eyes.'
I look down again to see him looking mischievously up at me. Another ice cube in his hand. He brings the ice cube to my lips, drawing it softly upwards and then circling my clit. His tongue then swiftly follows afterwards and shivers rock my entire body while it's taking everything within me not to scream. He's made my body electric and so sensitive to his touch. I feel like I'm burning beneath him and so close to the edge.
He moves up my body once more, ice cube leading the way and lips following, leaving my clit feeling bereft of his touch. I whimper, arching into him, communicating my need without words. Looking down I see he's slipped his boxer briefs off and is now naked before me. I shiver in anticipation of what's to come.
'You've got to be quiet, okay?' He says softly into my ear, his fingers now tracing my lips, entering inside me. Slowly and gently.
'Sam,' I practically sob into his ear, desperate for him to be fully inside me, my nails digging into his shoulders. He kisses me briefly, his fingers leaving me causing another whimper to escape, and he grips my thighs while his dick brushes against my centre. I can barely stand the teasing anymore, my whole body so alive to his touch, and my head rolls back again while I moan.
'Quiet,' he reminds me, his teeth nipping my collar bone, and he starts to slowly enter me, stretching my insides. My moan is louder this time, this is what I've been waiting for, what my body is screaming for, and he clamps a hand around my mouth. Our eyes meet.
'Don't make me gag you,' he says, starting to move in and out, making his way further and further inside me while I readjust to his size. He looks deep into my eyes, testing my reactions and how much time I need to adjust. I love how attentive he is to me, but I need him to go faster. My body so desperately needs to come, he's made me crazy with his touch. I lightly bite down on the hand still pressed against my mouth and wrap my legs more tightly around him to signal that I don't need him to be so gentle. This causes him to grip my thigh tightly and move until he's fully inside me. I feel so full with finally in me that I moan again into his hand. He starts moving faster in me, thrusting into me harder, his pelvis grinding against my clit, how I needed him to, and my head falls back again while I emit a groan.
'That feel good baby? You feel perfect around my cock,' he growls, his pace unrelenting as he pistons into me.
I nod looking into his eyes again, his hand is still against my mouth and even if it wasn't I'm not sure I could do anything but release incoherent sounds. My whole brain is a mess due to what he's doing to me. He's staring deep into me, and it makes the sex feel so intimate despite how dirty we're being, screwing against a kitchen counter. He replaces his hand covering my mouth with his own mouth, and I moan into his kiss again, while his hand finds my clit. It's become so sensitive now that it's not long before I become undone, my inside walls tightening around him while I grip onto his shoulders for dear life, biting on his lip to stop myself screaming. That sends shudders through him and his thrusts become more irregular as he cums inside me, groaning against my lips and gripping my thighs tightly. I'm still too incoherent to speak as I hold him afterwards, and his head comes to rest in the crook of my neck. His breathing is irregular against me, while I'm still experiencing aftershocks of the most intense orgasm of my life, my walls spasming slightly around his softening cock.
'Well I think I'm definitely going to be able to sleep better now,' I say and his shoulders move slightly with amusement. He hugs me tighter before lifting his head and pressing a sweet kiss against my lips. I sigh with contentment. 'I can't believe we never tried this sooner.'