The ice has spilt. Your cock is hard as ice, but hot as steel. I can feel the urgency straining within you. And there is an answering rise within me. Your hands leave my breasts, caressing my shoulders & down my arms to grasp my hands and pull them up above my head. You hold them here, leaning into me. I hold my breath, not sure what's coming next. Your eyes lock with mine and you right hand slides down barely touching my face and neck; your fingers trace my pulse and you smile at the proof of your effect on me.
Your face comes closer and my eyes close as I feel your lips on my cheek. My breath escapes in a soft whoosh. You switch hands and your left one squeezes my left breast creating a moan which you catch in your mouth.
You release my hands and they tangle into your soft hair, pulling you closer-if that's possible-kissing you with all the fire and passion building within me. We come up for air and I grin wickedly. I step forward, twist, and slam you against the machine. I pin your shoulders and kiss you fiercely, biting your lower lip before moving to your ears and neck.
My hands are pulling your shirt free of your pants so I can feel your hot flesh. They slide up to trace your nipples but there are buttons restricting movement-dammit! My fingers make short work of them and my mouth eagerly worship the newly exposed skin.
My hands are massaging your chest, paying particular attention to your hardened nubs. As my mouth makes it's way downward, my tongue steals out to trace your belly button. I grasp your hips as I drag my lips from one side to the other, feeling the head of your prick brush my chin with each pass. My ears pick up the sharp intake of breath and I can't wait to put my mouth on your cock and satisfy...
...my curiosity. I smile and trace the skin just above your waistband with my tongue...