David kissed and licked his way down her body, making love to the special places and then finding new pleasure spots. Lybee was writhing on the bed, her hips undulating as she strained toward him, wanting more. Her wrists were tied to the headboard, but she didn't seem to notice. She moved her hips, twisted, trying to get more of her body in contact with David's stroking tongue. He began smoothing his hands over her body, massaging her skin with long, velvety strokes. She could smell the scent of vanilla as his hands continued their journey over her flesh. Then he began kissing her again, the skin under his lips burning hot with each breath. He teased her, licking and sucking around her breasts, but never actually making contact with her hard and aching nipples. She arched her back, called to him, asked softly for his mouth, but to no avail. It was then that she noticed her hands, her arms, her inability to move. David's face loomed over hers, his eyes burned with desire.
She looked down at her body, gleaming in the candlelight. He had covered her with massage oil, coating her skin with the slick liquid. Everywhere he breathed became hot and eager, his tongue licked her with long, wide strokes, making her moan and beg for more.
She turned as much as possible, trying to keep in contact with his seeking mouth. As she did, she noticed the ice chest on the bed. She looked at David questioningly, but he just smiled and kissed her. His mouth began the journey down her body. Moving between her breasts, he lavished attention on the flat area between them, knowing it was particularly sensitive for Lybee. Down her tummy, rubbing his slightly scratchy face against her skin, she felt more alive and excited than she could ever remember. He continued to move down, finding her curlies and licking there, his tongue exploring, searching for her slit. When she felt the pointed tip sliding along her swollen lips, she opened for him, inviting him into her pink. His hands moved to her thighs, pushing them open, exposing her most private self. He buried his face inside her, his tongue stiff on her clit, shaking his head side to side, flicking her pleasure button. Lybee fought the restraints, begging him to free her so she could help him. But David refused, his mouth muffled against her swollen mound.
The oil caused heat when mixed with someone's breath, and now David blew against her lower lips, making her burn with longing. The heat was almost unbearable, the pleasure/pain combination that was so very erotic.
Reaching to the nightstand, David picked up an icy drink and took a long sip. He returned to Lybee, placing his cold lips against her nipple, chilling it before warming it in his mouth. He repeated this, moving over her body, until she was awash with hot/cold sensations. When his mouth covered her pussy and he began to french kiss her there, she nearly exploded. His cold tongue penetrating her was delightful, appeasing the heat he had been building there.
He pulled back and looked at his lover. "Did you like that? Does it thrill you to mix temperatures on your very private flesh? You are my most precious girl. Are you enjoying this?"
Lybee responded quickly, encouraging David to continue his love play. She begged to be released from the bonds, promising to be very good.
"Not only am I not releasing you, but I am thinking of blindfolding you. I wonder if you prefer to see what is happening or want to be surprised? Perhaps I will wait until later to blindfold you. Right now, I want you to see what I have for you."
David reached into the ice chest and removed a hand. Lybee stared at it in the dim light, not exactly sure what she was seeing. He moved it closer to her face. It was a rubber glove that had been filled with water and frozen, so now it resembled a hand. He rubbed it over her lips, chilling her. The hand moved slowly down her chest, circling her nipples and causing them to ruch. The tightness in her nipples sent an ache right to her center. She pulled against the restraints again, but they remained tight. The frozen hand massaged her tummy, then slipped into her curlies. She felt the frigid surface against her warm skin and began to tingle. She imagined what could be done with the frozen hand, the icy fingers. Her eyes sought David's. He continued, using the fingers to trace her slit, the iciness a sharp contrast to the heat she was generating. Ah, now the frozen finger was inside her, moving up and down her slit, sliding into her pussy, fucking her with ice, then circling her clit, making it harden and throb. God, this was so unbelievable! David was lying between her open legs, his face near enough to her pussy that she could feel his breath against her curlies. He was playing with her, using the frozen fingers to separate and massage her tender pinkness. He probed her depths, rhythmically fucking her with the thumb. She pushed against it, thrusting her hips in an effort to get it deeper. But it didn't fill her. She needed more. She moaned and begged again to be released.
