Respite

The heat is one of those inevitable annoyances in life. We spend all of our existence looking for its antidotes. We live in air-conditioned buildings, fan ourselves, wear the lightest materials, consume iced treats, and immerse ourselves in pools or the sea. We often seem obsessed with the cold. Yet what do we seek with it, other than respite?

There are certain sensations to which our biology gives us very little protection: the scorching blaze of fire and the bone-chilling frost of ice. Some individuals may take pleasure from being subjected to extreme temperatures—such as burning candle wax or, in Hayoung’s case, melting ice.

Sweat on her skin, droplets decorating every inch of her flesh in a glistening glow. They move ever so slightly as she breaths, and occasionally one may fall, running down her curves, sinking down her well-toned body until they trail off her body and onto the bed below her, soaking into the towel.

This is a rare occasion where an ice-cold touch will be both a respite and a source of pleasure.

You see Hayoung open her lips, to ask, “What are you going to do?”

“This.” You slip an ice cube into your mouth and lower your lips to hers.

Hayoung accepts you, accepting the coolness you carry with your mouth, and your tongue tangles with hers in a brief dance. So quickly does the ice melt once her heat takes it, so quickly the cool touch vanishes as she warms her gift from you. You place another in your mouth, this time kissing the sides of her neck. Hayoung breathes a sigh of gentle relief.

You run your mouth over her neck, kissing and pressing the ice against her skin, the water expelled from your mouth and replaced with her sweat. You taste it on her skin; there’s an effervescent tinge that stirs your desire in the back of your mouth. You run your mouth over the sensitive crook between her shoulders and her collarbone and she gasps, twitches, and shuffles slightly under you. You stay until the cube completely melts against her.

There’s this hot, humid air that rises from her skin and threatens to engulf you.

“Does that feel good?”

She nods quickly, then eagerly accepts her next ice cube when you offer it on her tongue. You take another for yourself too, purse it in your lips and place them just below her chin. You drag it down her body, your head trailing behind as you leave a faint watery trail down her front, between her breasts. Hayoung lets out short pants as you pull your lips painfully slowly down her skin. Down between her abs. As you run out of ice, you allow the cool water to drain from your mouth and drizzle over her hot skin, letting it flow off her and hit the towel beneath her.

“That tickles,” Hayoung laughs.

“Oh, does it?” You place another cube into your mouth and press it to the side of her neck.

“Ah… Yeah, I like it.” She gasps as it makes contact. This time you drag it down her again, but heading right towards the small mound of her breast. And the soft fleshy mound rises up with each breath, then sinks with every gasp in pleasure. When you finally arrive at her pink bud, she winces, and gently whines, yet allows you to carry on. You brush over her nipple a few times, back and forth while it starts to harden under your cold kiss. It grows perk and tender with a light redness.

Hayoung keeps smiling, laughing, every now and again looking down and watching you carefully rub your ice against her. Sometimes when you look up at her, the sight of her teeth buried into her wet lip fills you with a sense of hunger.

You work another one, in much the same way, starting by the other side of her neck. She moans a quiet sound of pleasure followed by a simple, “Yes.” She squirms more and grips the sheets as the ice nears her other nipple.

“They’re s-sensitive, you know,” she stammers as you approach, almost apologetically, perhaps, she can’t quite get her words out.

You make a few teasing brushes at the bud before finally closing your lips around it and taking it fully into the ice-cold depth of your mouth. Her reaction is immediate, she rolls her head back and clenches her body.

Then when you release her, it elicits a small whimper of loss.

You take one of her hands in yours, and with the ice cube in your mouth again, you start at her wrist, messily trailing ice-cold water across the skin. You reach her upper arm, then dip into her armpit—where it really tickles her. With your free hand, you delicately tweak at her nipple—the now freezing wet nub only adding to her arousal as you press on. Repeated licks of her armpit are enough to make her squirm, as she laughs out half-hearted pleads to stop.

You repeat it again, as you did before, to her other arm. Licking up sweat and replacing it with ice-cold kisses and tiny droplets of water. She tastes sweet and salty—her body worthy to feast on.

You stand and look over her. Her arms spread to the side and everything above her waist soaked in your kisses. She’s still flush with heat, burning up, even after your cooling efforts. She seems to burn ever hotter, an inviting presence, and she lays, wet and glistening with trails of water following her contours and pooling under her. She pants softly.

You tease her, “You’re wetter than the ice, right now, aren’t you?”

Her smile widens and her eyes smile too, her embarrassment turning to eagerness, she bites her lip, “Mmmm,” her confirmation is brief but deep and heavy with desire.

Her eyes follow you hungrily as you move back towards the side of the bed, and pick up a pair of cubes. You take them directly to her breasts, encircling her little nubs.

“How does that feel?” you ask softly, playing with them.

She bites her lip, exhales deeply, and struggles to give a tangible response.

You trail them down onto her abs and watch as they tense up under you. You feel her muscles tighten under your touch. Hayoung’s breathing grows heavier in anticipation as you near her hips. And there’s a smile she flashes you—knowing what she wants you to do, and knowing you have some intention of doing it.

You enjoy the way her tight little waist reacts to the change in temperature as she twists and arches herself up. Her smooth, well-trained curves, her naked body. When the cubes melt away to almost nothing, you trace wet fingertips over her v-line, teasing at the curve of her hips.

More ice in your mouth, and a new target. “These feet must be so sore. Did you work them so hard today? Does it hurt?”

“So sore,” she affirms. “I danced for hours.”

You lift one of her legs, bringing her foot up to your mouth. And you run your tongue along its base, up, to her toes, and back down again. She whimpers softly and flexes her toes. You catch each of them, one by one in your mouth, and nurse them gently. “But you were amazing up there,” you add.

Hayoung mumbles in embarrassment, hiding her face in her hand.

You let her rest the sole of her foot against your face, as you lick and kiss at her, soothing her tender soles and relaxing her muscles. Hayoung peeks through her fingers, “That tickles so much,” she says with a quiet laugh. You massage the ice-cold water into her skin, massaging her muscles with firm, sweeping movements and she sighs a comfortable, pleasured sigh.

You kiss your way to her ankle—admiring the toned softness of her leg as you look down. You rest it on your shoulder and bring her other foot up to repeat the same actions. Caressing her sole with cold licks, massaging, and pressing them against your cheek. “Relaxed yet?”

“Mhm,” she moans with a delightful approval.

After repeating the massage on her other foot, you set them on your shoulders, and with ice in each hand, you massage her legs with firm strokes. Up her thighs. Drinking up her deep exhales and moans as you travel further and further up, towards the end of her legs, where you take a pause at her inner thigh. The skin is delicate, soft and tender. And the heat that rises from it quickly melts the ice.

Hayoung knows where you want to go—where she wants you to go—so when she sets her legs back on the table, she spreads them wide. Her pussy is flushed and warm and looks so soft and inviting. She bites her finger while she waits for you. You leave her for a moment, going back to collect one more ice cube from the tray, returning to between her legs.

“You look so tasty. Do you want me to kiss it?”

She smiles at you, nodding.

“How many people were watching you today? You deserve a reward, don’t you think?”

She nods again.

“So many people looking at these toned legs. These tight abs…”

She nods, her cheeks flushed with desire.

“Are you happy to have such a hot, sexy little body?”

She bites her lip. “Are you?”

There’s a mutual smile between you as you lean in towards her. You hold your mouth just above her pussy and wait. Wait until a drop of icy water falls from it and lands between her lips.

“Ah.” Her voice quivers as it hits her. She tries to spread herself as best she can for you, tilting her hips. You wait for more to fall onto her. Each droplet is followed by a small yelp and a series of squirms. Satisfied, you lean in to start just below her navel, trailing the ice cube towards her hips, making slow sweeping arcs in both directions as you tease her. Closer and closer you get to her pussy, which quivers and flexes each time you pass over the soft flesh just by its sides.

Finally, you plant your cube at the very top of her slit, letting it melt and pour down her sensitive opening. It runs over her and down between her cute little ass cheeks and into the towel below. She finally lets out a full, true moan of satisfaction—like she’s been waiting forever. She wriggles her hips up and down, enjoying the sensation.

“Your moans are so cute,” you tell her, planting your lips on the inside of her thigh.