Page 106 of The Floral Arrangement

Roz turned her attention back to my clit, swirling her cool tongue against it. When I thought I couldn’t take it anymore she slid the toy slowly in. I moaned again.This is incredible.The ice-cold toy glided in and out, in time with the slow, sensual twirls of her tongue. She gradually picked up the pace, angling the toy so it hit my G-spot with each thrust, sending a bolt of pleasure through me. Her tongue and the glass warmed with the friction against my body. I was so close. And then the orgasm slammed into me, my hips arching as I rode the waves of ecstasy that flooded my body. I gasped. Oh. My. God. The waves kept coming, intense pleasure overwhelming my system, sending my legs trembling and my breathing labored. Despite all the ice, my body was on fire, in the best possible way.

The orgasm gradually subsided, leaving my body feeling like jelly. My eyes fluttered open.

Roz grinned from between my legs, her hair tousled. “You liked it?”

“Amazing,” I said, still catching my breath.

Roz pulled herself up and lay down next to me.

I gazed into her eyes. “Is your mouth okay? It doesn’t have frostbite or anything? It would be a travesty if anything happened to that tongue of yours.”

Roz chuckled. “My mouth and tongue are in excellent condition, but thank you for your concern.”

I smiled. “The concern wasn’t completely selfless. But let me just confirm for myself that everything is in good working order.” I leaned in, giving her a long, lingering kiss and then pulled back, running my hand through Roz’s silky hair. “What do you feel like? Heat, ice or normal Olivia temperature?”

Roz grinned. “Let’s heat things up a bit.”

My chest buzzed with nervous energy. While I’d done a lot of research into wax play as part of creating the candles, I’d never done anything like this before.We have a safe word. Roz will tell me if she doesn’t like it.

I took a deep breath, trying to channel confidence. “Roll over.”

Roz raised her eyebrows, but rolled onto her stomach without protest. My eyes lingered on her slim muscular back as I straddled her waist. I ran my hands over her shoulder blades and the evenly spaced bumps of her rib cage, down to where her waist tapered in and back again, applying a firm pressure.

“That feels nice,” Roz mumbled through the pillow.

I kept going, massaging her smooth back with my hands, until I felt her relax fully into the bed. I leaned down to her cheek. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

I rolled off the bed, picked up the vulva candle and lit it again, before clambering back onto Roz. The flame flickered, the wax around the wick slowly beginning to melt. The scent of cedar and sandalwood filled the air. I ran my free hand over Roz’s back again. Biting my lip, I tipped the vulva to one side, positioning it over one of Roz’s shoulder blades. Three drips fell, hitting Roz’s skin and slowly transforming from hazy clear to white dots.

Roz gave a sharp intake of breath, hands gripping the side of the pillow.

“Was that okay?” I murmured.

“Yes,” Roz said. “Intense, but good.”

More melted wax was collecting in the candle, so I carefully angled it again, letting it drip onto Roz’s upper back and down the curve of her spine. A trail of white raised bumps appeared on her skin as the wax set. My free hand traced over them. Okay, this was hot—in all senses of the word. The fact that Roz was willing to put her trust in me, let me literally play with fire over her naked body, warmed me to my core.

I swung my right leg off Roz, so I was kneeling next to her on the bed. I dripped the hot wax lower on her back, down to her gorgeous round butt. I let a single drop fall on her ass, testing her reaction. Roz turned her head to the side, so I could see her face, one cheek pressed against the pillow. She was biting her lip, but there was no sign of any distress.

I skimmed my free hand over her perfect butt and down across her inner thighs as I slowly let tiny beads of wax drip on to the skin of her lower back and butt.

Roz moaned as my fingers skated up her inner thighs, closer and closer to her entrance. She shifted her body, opening her legs slightly.

I let her wait another minute, continuing to twirl my fingers around her inner thighs and drip the wax on her skin, and then I slid my fingers across her opening. I breathed in sharply as my fingers were covered in her slick.Damn, this was hot.

“You’re so wet,” I murmured. I moved my hand higher, my fingers gliding up to her clit and circling it.

Roz shuddered. “That feels incredible.”

I kept my hand there, two fingers attending to her clit while I pressed my thumb to her entrance. With my other hand, I slowly let the wax continue dripping onto Roz’s back. Thank god I’d had two weeks of practice sleeping with Roz before I tried this, because it was taking all of my focus to stay in tune with Roz’s body, keeping my left hand steady to ensure the wax didn’t fall too fast and making sure the pressure and rhythm of my right hand was giving her what she needed. I kept going, slowly increasing the speed and pressure of my fingers as her clit hardened.

“Fuck!” she breathed, her hands gripping the pillow, knuckles white. She gazed over her shoulder at me, her cheeks flushed and her pupils dilated.

“Faster,” she gasped. “And more wax.”

I obeyed, tilting the candle to let a steady drip of wax trail over her ass, while my fingers worked harder and faster. I pushed my thumb deeper inside her.

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