On impulse I kissed him.

The warmth of his lips had me overcome instantly. I felt his breath catch when I pressed my body against him, but he soon relaxed and kissed me back. I felt as if the tables had turned.

Without breaking contact he set down his own tumbler and took mine placing it next to his on the glass surface of his dining table.

His tongue teased me and I opened my lips slightly, searching his mouth with my tongue. His hands rested lightly on my hips but his body pressed against mine urgently and without shame. Once again I felt amazed at the muscular feel of his torso, tensing as his arms moved to encircle my waist.

Before long I felt the urgency between us rising as he probed my mouth further with his tongue, ravishing my mouth. I fell into him feeling my inhibitions melt away as his hands caressed my back. He pulled me close to him and I felt my breasts pressed against him responding to the pressure of his body.

His mouth traveled from my lips along the edge of my neck to the divot just below my earlobe. He teased with his lips and the tip of his tongue. The sensation nearly made my knees give out. I let out a small moan as I clung to the fabric of his clothing. He let out a throaty laugh at my reaction, even as I dug my nails into him playfully.

Any inhibition that I may have previously had, had completely vanished. I no longer cared about consequences. I reached forward and my inebriated fingers tried to unbutton his shirt. He pulled off his jacket as I did so letting it drop to the floor. I struggled with the tiny white buttons against the white fabric, but remained determined to undress him.

"You know what?" he asked.

I expected him to stop me, bringing up any reason why continuing would not be a good idea.

"What?" I asked, taking a small step back ready to hear his reasoning.

"I have other shirts," he replied, pulling his shirt open and not worrying about tearing the buttons off.

He tossed it to the floor. I laughed at his brashness and he pulled me towards him planting another kiss firmly on my lips. I welcomed him with my body, my lips, every part of me, feeling myself melting into him.

I hadn’t been touched this way by a man in a very long time.

A very very long time.

Every nerve in me had been pulled taut like a stringed instrument ready to be played. His hands had made their way to the back of my dress, and pulled gently on the zipper exposing the flesh of my back to his urgent touch.

I desired nothing more than to feel the warmth of his skin against mine. I pulled my dress off revealing the black lace bra and panties set that I had put on, mainly because it was the only undergarment I had that didn’t shine through the black dress. I was glad I did, as he stood back and looked me over, with hunger in his eyes.

"Don't move," he said as he stepped back and disappeared into the kitchen.

"Okay," I said with hesitancy.

What was he up to?

He returned a moment later and knelt slightly planting kisses on the flesh between my breasts. I realized after a moment that the sensation of cold that I felt which momentarily confused me was from the ice cube that he had tucked between his front teeth. He traced the icy trail along my collar bone, sending shivers through my bones and fire though my veins. The ice melted leaving a trail of cold dripping down my stomach, which he followed with his mouth, melting the liquid in rivulets along my skin.

On his knees now, he steadied himself with his hands at my hips, tracing the cold torture along the lace edge of my panties, my stomach muscles convulsing at the sensation. I closed my eyes and laced my fingers lightly in his hair as he moved over my body with his mouth, teasing me to the edge of reason. Every part of my being wanted him. I had accepted the circumstances and thrown the consequences to the wind.

But, god, what he was doing to me!

I didn’t know how much more I could take and yet I wanted more.

He pulled me down to his level gently laying me down right on the carpet so I was laying down prone before him. This made it easier for him to continue to torture me with the cold sensation tracing over my skin.

He moved back up my stomach, raking his fingertips along my torso, now dripping wet from his ministrations. The heat of his touch off set the goosebumps that had arisen from the ice, and his hands landed upon my bra. He carefully caressed them dancing his fingers along the edge of the fabric. Instantly I reacted, my nipples hardened into points.

I knew that he had to have felt them against his palms.

With surgical care he pulled the fabric of my right cup down exposing my breast to him. He smiled at me revealing the still sizable ice cube parked between his front teeth, revealing what he had planned. I squirmed in anticipation, catching his eyes before he lowered the ice cube down on to my exposed nipple. The cold seared through the sensitive skin, causing me to cry out with pain and pleasure.

His other hand caressed my free breast, lightly pinching my nipple through the cloth while circling the ice on the other one. In a smooth motion he pulled the fabric down so both breasts were now exposed. My back had lifted up off of the carpet from the tension that coursed through me.

He placed his hands behind my back lifting me with one hand and steadying himself on the floor with the other, to have better leverage. The ice cube melted completely, or he swallowed it because the next sensation was that of his fiery hot lips caressing in the very same places where the cold had dominated moments before.

He caressed his lips around the circle of my areolas, first one and then the other. I pressed my palms into the carpet and moved my body, arching towards him to be as close to him as possible. Through the remaining fabric between us, I could feel his need arising through the bulge in his pants that grazed against my thigh as he continued to nibble at my tits.

I placed one hand on his head caressing his blond locks once more. He lifted his face and then kissed a trail up my sternum and continuing along the center of my throat. When he crested the edge of my chin I tilted my face towards him and let him kiss me fully on the lips as I wrapped my arms around his neck clinging to him with all my strength.

His body crushed against mine, and with every inch of my being I felt the muscles tense at our contact. I angled my hands to find the button of his pants.

He pulled my hands away and shook his head with a mischievous grin though. He kissed me again as if we melted into one another.

His hands reached behind me and found the clasp of my bra, which soon landed on top of the pile that contained his shirt and my dress. He slipped his head down and kissed my neck, causing my desire to flare up once more. He reached down and removed my panties pulling them down around my ankles and I kicked them to the side.

My body ached and when he leaned over me once more I realized that he had somehow slipped out of his pants without my knowledge and was now completely naked. The form of his body, accented by the sexy tattoos on his arm, made me want to open up to him. To welcome him with everything I had to offer.

Still he held back.

I felt the tip of his cock resting against the flesh of my thighs, teasing the sensitive area that ached for him. He kissed me lightly, letting his lips linger over mine. I became so enraptured with the smoothness of his lips on mine, so engulfed with the endorphins already rushing through me that I barely noticed when he entered me. I felt myself filled with him in one seamless motion, intensifying the kiss that now enveloped our entire body.

His rhythm and mine matched perfectly, as if our bodies had become one. He brought me to the edge of ecstasy, pulling me back. With my legs wrapped tightly around his waist, he pulled me up to sitting and I pulsed against him as he reached depths I had never felt before.