By the Book by Ravyn Wilde Page B

thrashing so he could put the
feather right where he wanted it. He dipped and swirled the tip in her juices,
painting her folds with her own secretions. When he could see she was just
about ready to come, he changed tactics.
    This time, he reached for the ice. He used
it to wet her lips and let her suck the piece into her mouth. Grabbing another
piece of ice between his fingers, he used a light touch to tease over the
protruding nubs of her nipples, making them tighten even further. The cold,
tormenting sensation caused her to moan and toss in sensual agony. When he
could stand the tempting sight of her body no longer, he took a piece of the
ice into his mouth and bent to her breast. The combination of melting ice and
the hot heat of her flesh drove him mad.
    At this point she started begging in
earnest. “Please…pleaseohpleaseohmygod, Gray!”
    He released her nipple with a little
popping sound and took a long gulp of melted ice water. If it wasn’t for his
own body’s demands he could keep this up all night. He wanted to keep this up
all night. He looked at the glass in his hand and held it against his crotch.
Ahhh…the instant shock of cold to his flesh would do it for a bit. He told Joey
in excruciating detail what he’d done with the cup of ice and how he hoped it
would prolong her torment as he took another ice cube in his mouth and moved to
kneel between her legs. He grabbed an extra pillow and, with a gentle move,
shifted her up to place it under her hips. He lowered his head…
    And feasted on her flesh.
     
    Joey decided she would die on the spot from
heart failure. Gray showed her no mercy… She wasn’t sure she could take any
more of his erotic torment. The shocking cold ice forced her brain to shut down
and she struggled to separate the pleasure-pain of the ice from the intense
heated pleasure of his mouth. The ever-changing onslaught kept her on edge and
captivated between the competing sensations. The blindfold prevented her from
knowing what he would do next and every nerve screamed with expectation.
    When his mouth wasn’t on her, his hands were.
And he would tell her what her body did to him, what he loved about her body.
He told her how his body hurt, how his cock pulsed with demand, how he wanted
to grind his flesh into hers. The words wound around her, adding to the
tormenting arousal. She wanted to come. But every time she thought she would
climax, he lightened his touch, or used the ice to cool her down, or stopped
for a few minutes. God, she was so close.
    The feel of his mouth on her, licking and
sucking, and the ice melting into her core drove her higher. “Pleasefuckme,”
she begged him. The cold was an almost pain, but it just made the heat of his
mouth that much sweeter. Oh, so close. “Ahhhhhhh,” she moaned, on the brink of
release.
    He stopped again.
    “Noooo. Damn you, Gray!”
    “I haven’t even touched the strawberries,
or the whipped cream, or the chocolate,” he murmured wickedly against her inner
thigh.
    Big mistake—there were way too many
choices on the tray. She didn’t like the silence.
    “Gray, just forget about the tray and fuck
me!” Once more her body started to calm a little…frustrating the hell out of
her.
    Again, he ignored her demands and started
from the top as he crushed strawberries in his hand to decorate her chest,
filled her belly button with whipped cream, and drizzled chocolate over her
using his fingers as a paintbrush. Then he started licking.
    And this time he let her come. And come.
Her orgasms ran together like a string of pearls. She’d passed the point of
being feral eons ago. After the fireworks and thunder climax of her life, he
let her rest. With gentle fingers he untied her blindfold and went into the
bathroom, returning with a warm washrag and a dry towel. With a few efficient
strokes, he cleaned her off. Then he curled up against her on the bed and held
her while she put the pieces of her shattered mind into some sort of