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I groaned. “I’m not sure any clothes should be allowed on this body of yours. I want you fucking naked, so I can see every inch of your skin.”
Lissa
HowwasitthatI thought all my decisions were firmly made, and then five minutes with Ice threw them all out the window. I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to be away from him, but I didn’t know how I could afford to stay.
“Lissa?” I stroked my fingers through Ice’s short spiky hair. It was softer than I’d expected, imagining it took a lot of product to make it stick up like that.
“Kiss me, Ice.”
He laughed. “Yes, ma’am.”
He leaned closer, in sync with me, and our lips met. His nipped and teased at mine for a moment, before his hand slid around the back of my neck, and he deepened the kiss at last, his tongue sliding against mine. This is what I needed. This felt right. When so much in my life felt wrong, this felt too right to also be wrong.
His other hand slid down my back and cupped my ass, dragging me closer, helping me to rock back and forth on his dick, our clothes making a whispering sound as they rubbed together. Finally he pulled back, dropping his head against the back of my sofa.
“Fucking hell. This is… this is fucking torture, Lissa. I want you so fucking much.”
He kept saying it, and yet we were still here on the sofa.
“But?”
His eyes closed, and his cheeks went a little pink.
“Uh…” He swallowed hard.
I moved in his lap again, and he let out a soft groan.
“Fuck me… I swear, all I want is to get you naked, and…”
Oh.“You’re letting yourself dwell on last time. Ice, don’t let that play on you. It happens.”
His eyes popped open, and he offered me a brief glare in return, before he closed them again, shaking his head lightly.
“Not to me. I mean… not that. Never that. I uh… when I was using, I sometimes had other issues…”
“Ice, drugs are chemicals, and they mess with your body and your brain, and the way everything works. It’s why they give you a buzz. It’s why they make you feel good at the time.They’re messing with your body chemistry. They’re altering your awareness. All of that has an impact on your body. Just like going from regular use to staying clean does.”
“You’re back to shrinking me then.” His voice was a little flat, but he was listening, I could tell.
“What I’m trying to do is explain to you that what happened wasn’t your fault. It was a symptom of your recovery.”
“So what’s different now? It could happen again, and I really don’t want to let you down.”
I pushed up from his lap, suddenly feeling like I wanted to push him. I lifted my top up, and over my head, dropping it on the floor while his eyes instantly fixed on my boobs, partially covered with the white lace of my bra. He let out a low groan, and sat forward, reaching for me with his good arm.
I backed up another step, shaking my head while I unbuttoned my shorts, and lowered the zip, letting them drop to my ankles, revealing my matching white lace underwear. How thankful was I that I kept to my usual plan and wore matching undies? A fucking lot.
“Jesus…” Ice moved to the edge of his seat, and then cursed, and pulled at his jeans, probably giving him either a wedgie, or trapping his ‘junk’ as men seemed to like calling it.
“Like what you see?” I didn’t know where this bravado was coming from, because I was trembling, and so afraid that he’d reject me, but his eyes were travelling over my skin in a way that told me he wouldn’t. That it was the last thing he’d do. There was a hunger in his eyes, that made me want to get closer. Close enough that he’d grab me. But that wasn’t what I thought he needed right now.
I lifted my hands, holding the front of my bra with one, as I unclasped the back of it with the other, and then I dropped it, making sure to cover my breasts as I did. He let out a low curse.
“Ice?”
“Yeah, babe?”
I felt a grin stretching on my face as I risked everything.
