Ice

I didn’t mean to just fall asleep, and that’s my first thought when I wake up in the dead of night with Barbie sleeping soundly in my arms. But it was beyond my control, because that was one hell of a blow job she gave me, I’ve never had better. I should let her sleep, but I don’t remember the last time I was as horny for a woman as I am right now. And the source of it, the cause of it, is lying naked in my arms, and she’s more willing than any other woman I’ve ever been with.

I’ve been riding fast, refusing to stop for more than an hour at a time, to get away from that too. Because I’m not right in the head and she deserves better. Her telling me the sad fucking story about her dead baby just solidified that knowing in my brain.

Yet, she’s gorgeous and willing and I want her. It’s been a long time since I wanted anything other than death. My own and that of the men who made my life the hell it was and still is. But now I also want Barbie a lot.

I wanted her from the moment I noticed her, but that got real complicated real fast. Despite my silent gruffness these last couple of days, which didn’t work to keep her quiet like I figured it would, I enjoyed listening to the sound of her voice. I also enjoyed her hanging onto me on the back of my bike like that’s the only thing she wanted to be doing. And that’s all that really should matter.

I want to make her feel good, the way she makes me feel good. That idea is foreign to me, it’s like an echo from another life, from somewhere far and deep in my past, from the life I’ll never get back. But it’s a very loud echo right now.

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Barbie

A sharp bite and tug on my nipple wakes me, but it’s followed by the best neck kiss I’ve gotten in a long time, landing right where it feels the best and sending a rush of pleasure running like an electric river straight down to my clit.

I open my eyes to see Ice grinning at me, his lips inches from mine. “I didn’t mean to just fall asleep before.”

I grab the back of his head with both my hands, his prickly shaved scalp rough against my palms as I pull his lips that last inch to me, and kiss him, because the river of pleasure is already waning and I need more. I’m so thirsty for the electric torrents of pleasure only he can give me.

But he’s not satisfied just kissing the way I would be, even though that’s not usually the norm for me. Then again, no one kisses this good, at least no one that I’ve ever met.

The room’s bathed in a similar yellowish light that covered the lake we stopped at the other night, but this one is coming from the street lamp outside our window, because the room is dark otherwise. I’m writhing and moaning on the bed as his lips travel first down to my neck, spending some time there and making the sparkling rush of the waters of pleasure overflow inside me. Then his lips and teeth find my nipples again. He takes one between his lips, sucks hard and pulls, makes me yelp and whimper, which turns into a long moan as he kisses it softly. He does it again and again, and I’m coming off the bed in my combined need to get away from the intensity of the sensation and my need for more. His kisses leave none of me untasted.

He knows how to make a woman feel good, I’ll give him that, and I knew it the first time we were together, but this is so different than that first night. It’s just as intense yet less urgent, the freight train of desire that ran us over the last time just a hint on the horizon. It’s been awhile since my body was worshiped this good, and it’s been longer since I could give myself this completely to a man’s touch, this seamlessly. I’m not just floating on clouds this time, my brain is all clouded over with the pleasure he’s giving me. Brick never had much time for making me feel good, or much inclination to do it. I had to take what I could get from him myself. This is nothing like that, I can trust Ice to do what needs doing and I can just let go and enjoy. My pussy is good and wet by the time his kisses reach it.

He knows how to use his tongue down there too, which isn’t the case with most guys. But he finds my bud with the skill few possess and by the time he adds two fingers to the mix, opening me up and hitting the exact right spot inside me and out, I can’t even fully remember any other time another guy went down on me. Those times are just faded, fuzzy memories right now.

A couple more jabs, a couple more licks and kisses, and then all I’m aware of is this rush of the electric rivers of pleasure about to consume me. A few more jabs, a few more licks and kisses and I’ll be done. The end comes quicker than I expected. The roiling river of pleasure breaks its bank, rushes every last nook in my body and soul, fills it with sparkling electric sparks exploding inside me like fireworks made of pure gold and light and fire no water can ever douse. I come so hard I’m seeing two of him, two of us, and he’s just as gloriously yellow as that sunset by the lake. Only more beautiful, because he’s real and he’s here giving me this bliss, while that sunset was just a passing thing. I see him clearly even after I close my eyes.

“Hey, don’t go to sleep just yet,” he says, but I can hear the smile in his voice.

And when I open my eyes I see it too. “I wasn’t gonna.”

He’s leaning over me, his rock hard and huge erection pulsing against my clit, which is still throbbing from the orgasm he just gave me.

And I can feel that freight train of lust that ran me over last time getting dangerously close again.

“Let me get on top, big boy,” I say, gliding my hands down his sides, my fingers bumping against the scratches I left there the last time he lay over me like this.

He groans as he rubs his cock over my clit, making me moan and think he’s gonna say no. But then he grins at me and gets off, crashing down on his back beside me, making the bed bounce and creak.

“Alright, get your fine ass over here,” he says.

He likes looking at my ass, I’ve noticed that during the last couple of days. So I’m gonna give him a good view of it as I ride his cock to my next orgasm. And his too, because I won’t be satisfied with any other outcome tonight.

I nearly get mine the moment I sit down on his cock the reverse cowgirl way, and that’s just from the first couple of inches entering me. But I bite down hard on my lip and stop for a second until the wave passes, because as much as I like sex and coming, I won’t be able to stay awake after another hard orgasm like the one he just gave me.

Once it passes and I start sliding up and down his shaft slowly, rhythmically, rolling my hips and stroking his powerful thighs, letting the waves of pleasure roll over my body and soul softly and lastingly. Their ends are already igniting with sparks of electric pleasure, which will soon consume the soft rolling waves, and me. But I mean to make this last first.

He’s big, but not too big if I take him like this, at my own pace, letting in just a little more each time I come down. And each time I do that, his cock hits yet another pleasure button inside me, a place I didn’t know was sensitive until he showed me.

His hands are on my hips, but he’s not guiding my movements, just following along as I ride the waves of pleasure, explore all the layers and depths of this wavy sea of bliss that goes deep, that coils and roils, rises and falls and takes me on its current, lets me float, doesn’t drag me anywhere.

“That’s a real nice butterfly you got there,” he says hoarsely, referring to the tattoo on my lower back.

I look at him over my shoulder and smile, gyrating my hips up and down just so, moaning as I do because I can’t help it.

“Doesn’t it look like it’s flying when I do this?” I ask, even though it’s hard to string words together into a sentence. His cock feels too good inside me.

“Yeah, it sure does.” He grins mischievously, but not meanly. “Why don’t you turn around now, I wanna watch you come.”

I smile wider and spin around on his dick, which wipes it right off as a I very nearly give him what he asked for just by doing that alone. I’m sure it’s not the prettiest expression I could be wearing, and it takes me a few deep breaths and a hard bite on my bottom lip to settle down again.

He laughs as he brings his hands up my stomach and cups my breasts. The sharp pain as he twists both my nipples at the same time clears the rest of the fog my almost orgasm brought.

“Is that better?” he asks. I nod, since I can’t speak just yet.

“Alright, now show me what you like,” he demands.

He’s a completely different person than he was that first night he fucked me. Tonight he’s the man I wanted to feel inside me, over me and under me from pretty much the moment my eyes met his in that bar where he prevented my worst nightmare from coming true, and every day since.

I smile at him as I start sliding up and down on his cock again. I’m going slow, twisting my nipple and sucking on my thumb while moaning sweetly, giving him a show, but taking him the way I want him.

I’m lost in his eyes, where the sun is finally rising above all that wintery ice, and I can see very, very far, all the way to the end, in them. But that’s not true either, there’s no end in his eyes, just a slow road to forever, and I want the ice to melt, turn into rivers like those his kisses and his dick and his kindness let loose inside me.

I don’t know what he sees in my eyes, but I hope it’s what he wanted to see too, because I can’t hold out any longer, I need to let this wavy sea of pleasure wash over me now and take me under, drown me in its blissful, electric, everlasting depths. I can hardly breathe anymore as it is, and I need this release.

The ice in his eyes sparkles as I come, everything sparkles as though the sun is high in the sky, shining down on us, illuminating, warming, revealing and healing every inch of my body and soul, and every last piece of my heart, which I haven’t seen or felt this clearly in a very long time.

He comes too, seconds after me, completing the circle of light and bliss, of sparkling pleasure that takes my breath and my sight. But I don’t need to see and I don’t need to breathe, I just need this electric connection of ours that we’ve finally forged completely.