Ice and ocean

Ice and ocean, what more could you ask for. There is this spiel in July, in Cape Cod, one week of curling- basically in shorts. In between games, hit the beach, includes lobster, steak etc. and curling too, hehe. Curling in shorts does not suit all the curlers, some being less keen that others, maybe the fear of getting ice that close to precious parts disturbs them. Would not want to melt the ice and ruin the curling after all. Which of course leads to the use of ice to enhance pleasure, to make nipples extra perky and naturally draw warm mouth and tongue to taste and tease. Ice melting inside you, leaking out, a thirsty tongue there to lap up the wetness, as the chill spreads through, melting faster in your heat, the water tasting faintly of you at first, before turning into that sweet, full flavour, as you grow hotter, and push up into my tongue, seeking it’s sweet torture on your clit. A cube tranced down your back, over your cheeks and down your legs, you trying to hold still as the chill is replaced with the tip of a tongue, following the trail down, down down your legs, back up to dip between your cheeks, following the cube melting  as it is pressed between,  cold water pooling, waiting, beckoning, tongue licking and toying and pressing in slightly as fingers probe under, slipping inside, the ice rubbing on your clit as you press back into my tongue and my fingers. Cold fingers twisting nipples, you bend over in front of me, my cock throbbing as it presses into your flesh, listening to your breathy moans, slowly growing louder, more frequent as the sensations built, your fingers reaching down to join mine, as you stroke your clit and my fingers push in and out of you, my tongue toying and pushing you further, until you collapse and clench your thighs around our hands, stopping even the slightest movement. You promise me that those remaining cubes will be put to use on me once you recover.