Page 52 of Backstroke

Remy’s mouth finds my pussy, his tongue lapping at my folds. I cry out as he sucks on my clit, his fingers sliding inside me. I feel myself growing wetter with every stroke of his tongue, every thrust of his fingers.

“Oh god, Remy. Yes,” I moan, my hips bucking against his mouth.

He sucks harder, his fingers curling inside me as his other hand holds my stomach down so I can’t squirm beneath him. The beautiful build towards a climax has my body tensing with pleasure.

“Come for me, little fox,” Remy commands, his voice rough with desire.

I let go, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. I scream his name, my body shaking with pleasure. Remy doesn’t stop, his mouth and fingers working me over until I’m spent.

He climbs back up my body, his lips finding mine. I can taste myself on his tongue, and it only makes me want him more.

“I need you inside me, Remy,” I rasp, my voice hoarse from my screams.

He smiles down at me, making my tummy wild with butterflies. “Do you trust me?” The question startles me but his gaze is unwavering, waiting for my reply. I have no idea what he has in store, and I don’t know why I find myself nodding to him. The truth is with everything that’s happened between us, I do trust him for some fucked up reason.

“Don’t move,” he commands as he jumps from the bed and saunters off to the corner of his room where a small fridge sits. Of course he has a refrigerator in his room. I laugh to myself because Remy is on a whole new level. He’s nothing like I thought he was, yet exactly who I needed him to be.

I’m naked on the bed, my legs spread eagle. I hear the sound of ice clinking against a glass and turn my head, my curiosity getting the better of me. Pushing up, I lean over, trying to see what he’s doing. Remy swivels around then walks back toward me. He’s got a wicked smile on his face and a glass in his hand.

“I told you not to move,” he tsks, his voice low and commanding. I bite my lip, feeling a thrill run down my spine. I love it when he takes charge like this, even though I’ll never admit it.

“I couldn’t help it,” I say, my voice breathy. “I wanted to see what you were going to do to me,” I confess.

“Oh, you have no idea,” he declares, his eyes darkening with desire. He climbs onto the bed, settling between my legs. Ican feel the heat radiating off his body, and I shiver with anticipation.

He holds up the glass, and I see that it’s filled with ice cubes. “I’m going to introduce you to ice play,” he says, his voice husky. “It’s going to be cold, but I promise it’ll be worth it.”

I nod, my heart pounding. This has been a fantasy of mine ever since I read about it inReturn to Youby Lenore Danvers. Heat flames my cheeks when I think about that scene in the book.

He leans down and sucks an ice cube into his mouth, his lips closing around it. Remy’s dark blue eyes twinkle with mischief as the ice dances around in his mouth. I watch as he pulls it out, the cube now half-melted.

He trails the ice cube down my body, and I gasp as it touches my skin. It’s so cold, but it feels amazing against my hot flesh. He circles my nipples with the ice, and I cry out as they harden into tight peaks. He continues to tease me with the ice, tracing it over my stomach and down my thighs.

“Please,” I beg, my voice trembling. “I need more.”

Remy grins and obliges, pressing the ice cube against my clit. I cry out as the cold sends a jolt of pleasure through my body. He rubs it back and forth as I writhe beneath him, my hips bucking as I try to get closer to the source of my pleasure.

“That’s it, baby,” he says, his voice low and soothing. “Just let go and enjoy it.”

I do as he says, my orgasm building slowly. The ice glides over my sensitive skin, sending a thrill through me. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. Remy continues to tease me with the ice, and I moan as he slips a finger inside me.

“You’re so wet,” he praises, his voice filled with admiration. “My naughty little fox is kinky.” I feel like I should be embarrassed, but instead I feel exhilarated. A whimper falls from my lips, needing more. Everything. All at once.

I sob at the thought, my orgasm building to a fever pitch. Remy senses that I’m close and removes the ice cube, replacing it with his mouth. He sucks and licks at my clit, and I scream as I come hard, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm.

“Remy! Fuckkkk–” I yell, making my words echo from the walls around us.

Remy continues to lick and suck at my clit, drawing out my orgasm until I’m a trembling mess. He finally pulls away, grinning at me.

“Did you like that?” he asks, his voice filled with satisfaction.

“Yes,” I breathe, still trying to catch my breath. “That was amazing.”

“I knew you would,” he smirks, crawling up the bed to kiss me. I can taste myself on his lips, and I shiver with pleasure. He grabs his cock and circles my sensitive clit until I’m begging him.

“Remy, please!” I plead, trying to wrap my legs around him tighter so he’ll finally press inside me.

“What does my girl want?” he whispers in my ear, licking down the column of my throat as he continues to tease me. I growl in frustration which only spurs him on further.

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