0 comments/ 17031 views/ 1 favorites Icy Fingers By: captivate Lybee was restless. She didn't know how to tell David that she wanted something, anything, to make their nights more exciting. They had been dating for nearly six months when he suggested moving in with her, to spend their time together and be closer. It took her a week to decide. She thought it over from so many angles, always coming up with the same answer. She loved him. She liked him. David was everything she had always dreamed of in a mate. They had connected immediately on the first date and things had only gotten better. Her major concern was daily exposure to her would soon convince him that he had made a bad choice and send him running from her. But after nearly a year, things were better than ever. They each had careers that intrigued and challenged them. Their circles of friends had meshed nicely and they enjoyed a variety of activities with them. The best part was how happy they were together. Spending an entire weekend with just each other was still a joy to savor. Everything was wonderful. Except their sex life. As much as they loved each other, as open as they both were to new and exciting activities, their sex life had become, well, a little stale. It was beyond routine, it was almost set in stone. Lybee knew that if she took a shower, David would join her. She knew he would stand behind her and soap up a cloth to wash her back, quickly moving the soapy cloth over her tight ass, circling and massaging her cheeks. Soon his soapy fingers would be probing between the cheeks, moving down to her tight hole, always eager to gain even a tiny amount of entry. Finally, after much butt-clenching from Lybee, he would slide his soapy palm over her hip, slipping it down her tummy and into her curlies. He loved soaping and playing with them. Soon, he would settled on the floor of the shower, cross-legged, his fingers shaping and combing the soft hair. He would run his fingers along her slit, even inserting a finger, all in the name of cleanliness. To give him credit, he was fastidious about rinsing the soap away, even checking with hiS lips and tongue to make sure she was squeaky clean. She would step from the shower, drying her skin, and go to the sink to brush her teeth. Within seconds, he was right behind her, pressing his erect cock against her ass, sliding it up and down between her cheeks. Lybee tried to finish her nightly tasks while fending off his rear attack. Then, as she moved to the bed, he often came up behind her and nearly pushed her forward, so eager was he to enjoy his handiwork. He would climb between her legs, his mouth open and anxious to taste her, lick and nibble and drive her wild with desire. His tongue would travel up and down her slit, dwelling on her swollen clit, lapping at it as she began to moan and continuing until he was sure she had enjoyed at least one orgasm. Then it was his turn. He would turn her onto her knees, pulling her ass high in the air, and thrust his engorged cock deep into her, making her gasp from the force. He could maintain his erection for long periods of time, probing her depths for what seemed forever. At first, it was delightful, having a lover with such stamina. Lately, though, Lybee had begun to let her mind wander, planning meals or preparing briefs while he plundered her pink. She found if she made a well-timed moan occasionally, David was satisfied. When he finally came, Lybee always felt relief, inordinately pleased that it was over. The sex was nice. Sometimes, at its best, it was a little more than nice. But this just wasn't what she wanted. She wanted her sex life to be as satisfying as the other aspects of their time together. She missed the little things, the kissing for hours, the slow buildup, the surprise touches. She wanted to feel that everything wasn't exactly the same each time, that there were still some activities they hadn't explored, some new twists to the old standbys that might make her heart race, her moans real. All the women's magazines said to be truthful. They suggested sitting with your lover and telling him the truth, sharing your feelings and your hopes and desires. Lybee knew this was the way it had to be and she needed to make the time to tell David how she felt. They had always kept Wednesdays for "Date Night". No friends, no coworkers. Just them. This particular Wednesday, Lybee made a lovely dinner. She lit candles and played soft love songs on the CD player. She bought a particularly delicious bottle of wine to share as they had the heart to heart discussion she knew they needed. David came home from work a little late. He kissed her absent-mindedly as he passed through the kitchen on his way to change clothes. When he came back into the living room, he sat on the sofa and opened the paper, sighing happily. Lybee watched him, realizing he hadn't even noticed all the extra care she had taken with the evening. She turned off the burners, blew out the candles and went to their room, curling up on the bed and pulling the quilt over her shoulders. When David finally realized she was gone, he was surprised. This was unlike Lybee. He looked around, seeing for the first time the lovely table and place settings, the unlit candles, the bottle of wine. It occurred to him that it was Wednesday night, Date Night, and he had blown it! He looked for her, almost missing her under the heavy quilt. As he moved closer, he heard her soft sobs, and his heart broke. He moved to the bed, gathering her shaking form into his arms, ready to make it all better. At first, all she wanted to do was cry. He held her, waiting for the tears to subside so he could find out what had caused her such unhappiness. He whispered to her, smoothed back her hair, and kissed her swollen eyes. When she finally stopped, she sat up against the pillows and tried to talk with him. Her voice was still quavery, hiccups interrupting her sentences, but this was important to Lybee. David was the man she wanted to live with the rest of her life, and they needed to address the problem and solve it. "I love you so much, David. I want to be with you, and no one else, for the rest of my life. You fill my heart with such joy and contentment, you are the man I was waiting for all my life. I, um, I feel our sex life has become too routine, too expected. I want to be thrilled, surprised, overwhelmed sometimes. Could we work on that? I am willing to try anything you suggest and I have a few suggestions of my own, when you are ready." David held her to his chest, listening, accepting, and agreeing with her. He promised to work on their sex life, to try to inject some excitement and thrills into their "together" time. They kissed lovingly and went to eat the surprise dinner she had prepared, both grateful once again that they had found one another. That night in bed, David asked Lybee to make love to him. Usually he took the lead, and she followed and accepted. Tonight, she felt empowered. She told him to lie still, and that he had to obey her every command. She stretched full length on his naked body, and spent time exploring his mouth, tasting him, teasing and probing, her mouth reteaching him the joys of kissing. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, exploring the heat, playing games with him, making his entire body ache with desire. She rubbed her warm, bare skin against him, her nipples hard and pointy on his chest, her curlies soft on his thigh. Her fingers caressed him, slipping gently over his skin, making him hard with desire. When he reached for her, she guietly told him to place his hands at his sides. Her mouth moved busily over him, touching spots he had forgotten, creating lightning. She straddled his thighs, her hands grasping his cock, massaging it, precome oozing over her fingers. She lifted her hips, using his cock for her own personal toy, rubbing herself, massaging her hard clit, giving pleasure to herself at his expense. Her eyes closed as she swayed above him, taking what she wanted and making him wait and want. Her body tensed, all the sensations pinpointed on her tiny clit. The roar filled her head and throat as she continued the sweetly painful teasing of the central point of her body. Her legs stiffened, her hands held his engorged dick tightly. As her spasms began, she pushed his cock off her clit and into her waiting and ready pussy, sliding down the hard length until she was impaled on his heat. Her body trembled, throbbed and pulled him into her darkest pink. Her head thrown back, he could hear the animal sounds she uttered while in the midst of her pleasure. David watched his woman, not even recognizing her, as she towered over him, taking all that she wanted. He waited, holding back his own completion, wanting her entire attention. When he recognized that Lybee was coming back to herself, again aware of her surroundings, he called her name once, softly. Then his body began the dance of need and release, his hips bucking up to her willing hips, his cock fucking her so-ready pussy. It took only a few more strokes for him to explode with such intensity she had to reach for his hands to stay astride him. He poured his hot come into her, feeling the joy that comes from making love with someone special. She rode him throughout, milking his cock for every drop of his come and then just enjoying the sensations of his throbbing dick deep within her. Then she melted. Her body became warm fluid, wilting to his, molding to his, a small ragdoll, totally deplete. As his arms wrapped around her, holding her close, her heart beating against his chest, David made his promise. "I will fulfill your fantasies, my sweet. I will make you happy in every aspect of our life. I love you with all my heart and you will never have reason to doubt it again." TO BE CONTINUED.... Icy Fingers Ch. 2 Thursday, David sent Lybee an arrangement of white sweetheart roses in a tiny, delicate teapot. The card enclosed was simple. "I remember." it said. Lybee held the card to her skipping heart, feeling her love for him expand infinitely. That night, they had plans to go out. Emily and Krister were close friends and they often spent evenings together. Krister and David were old fraternity pals and Emily had become like a sister to Lybee. They met, as they often did, for dinner. Then they went to a movie they all wanted to see. David was attentive, drawing Lybee close to him many times, just to encircle her waist or touch her cheek. When they stood on line for tickets, he kissed her warmly, his succulent mouth covering hers. They held hands during the film, his thumb making soft circles in her palm. Lybee was excited all evening. As they drove home, David encouraged her to sit near him, and talked softly of his love for her, his desire throbbing in his voice. As the garage door closed behind them, he began kissing her, his hands traveling over her body as if for the first time, igniting passion with each stroke. They entered the kitchen already in need, pulling clothes off in a frenzy of craving. He was nearly savage in his need for her. His mouth latched onto her breasts, moving from one to the other blindly, sucking her nipples deeply into his mouth, pulling rhythmically, starting a fire in her groin. She moaned into his mouth, murmuring words of encouragement and need. "Would you like me to be a bad girl, David? Are you looking for someone to fuck you senseless? You need a bad girl, a kitchen slut, a woman who would want to be used and pounded by you. I am that girl. I want you. I want to feel you deep inside my hot cunt, David. Don't wait, take me now! I am your very bad girl with a wet and ready pussy, aching for your cock!" David had never heard Lybee use that language, say those words. She incited him with lust. He turned her to the counter, bending her over, her tight ass glowing in the soft light. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes bright, her voice softly seductive. "I am ready now. Fuck me, David. Don't wait. Now. Now!" He grabbed her hips, his fingers gripping her tender flesh. He moved behind her as she spread her legs. His engorged cock seemed to move on its own, finding her center. He plunged into her, deeply, quickly. She gasped with pleasure and pushed back against him, her ass hitting his pelvis as he fucked her wet cunt. She felt herself moving toward orgasm nearly instantly, feeling his hardbeating dick thrusting repeatedly into her. They both seemed to peak at the same instant, their cries mingling in the quiet house, their bodies arching together, cresting together. He continued stroking, slowly now, both of them still breathing hard and still throbbing together. As they relaxed, he pulled her back into his arms, nibbling and nipping at her sweet neck, inhaling her scent. They gathered the discarded clothes and walked arm in arm to bed, collapsing in a tangled heap of sated limbs. Friday, Lybee felt pleasantly sore. Moving in her chair, she felt again the depths of David's plunging cock. She could picture her pinkness, slightly bruised and tender. She smiled often during the day, remembering the passion of the night before. By mid-afternoon, she was totally engrossed in work, a new project that was nearing completion. She spent an extra hour with her team, finishing the last details. Tired, but content, she thanked her co-workers and headed home. To David. Walking into the house, she was assailed by the scent of butter cream candles. Everywhere she looked, tiny white lights twinkled. There was a trail of rose petals, guiding her through the house, to the master suite. On every surface in the room, candles flickered. Soft music filled the air. David was waiting for her, a smile on his handsome face. "Madam. I am here to serve. I am here to make your night a fantasy come true. Simply utter a request and I will fulfill it. I want you to just relax and let me care for you. I promise you a night you will never forget." Her smile was her response. She stood silently while he respectfully undressed her, placing her clothes carefully on the bed, politely helping her. Then he guided her to the bath, full of scented bubbles. He assisted her into the tub, settling her down with a soft pillow beneath her neck. Candles were burning here too, no harsh lights were allowed. He left for a moment, to pour wine for his love. Then he returned, sitting by the tub, washing her gently, taking care with her tender pussy, cleansing her carefully. He massaged her feet, telling her an erotic story of two people very much like them, while she relaxed and sipped her wine. Lybee could have fallen asleep, but was too curious about his plans. He rinsed the soap from her body and wrapped her in a warm bath sheet, drying her thoroughly. The bed was turned down, the pillows stacked invitingly. He walked with her to the bed, sitting beside her and kissing her enticingly. She leaned into him, feeling his clothes rough against her naked and warm skin. He placed her back against the pillows and moved away from the bed again. Returning with her wine glass, refilled, he offered it to her. Everything looked gauzy and ethereal. She drank the wine, feeling the heat spread through her body, her limbs becoming drugged with alcohol and anticipation. She watched as David slowly removed his clothes, a seductive dance for her, his excitement and desire evident. Once again, he moved to her side, stretching full length beside her. His mouth captured hers again, slowly tracing her lips, teasing her tongue, probing and retreating, making love to her sweet mouth, awakening her longing for him. Lybee was ready. She was pliable and willing and his. As he kissed her, she didn't even notice that he moved her arms above her head. She didn't feel the soft silk tie being wrapped around her wrists or the silk tightening on her soft skin. She only felt his mouth, his delicious mouth, as it moved from her lips to her neck and her shoulders. She surrendered entirely to him. TO BE CONTINUED.... Icy Fingers The Final Chapter David kissed and licked his way down her body, making love to the special places and then finding new pleasure spots. Lybee was writhing on the bed, her hips undulating as she strained toward him, wanting more. Her wrists were tied to the headboard, but she didn't seem to notice. She moved her hips, twisted, trying to get more of her body in contact with David's stroking tongue. He began smoothing his hands over her body, massaging her skin with long, velvety strokes. She could smell the scent of vanilla as his hands continued their journey over her flesh. Then he began kissing her again, the skin under his lips burning hot with each breath. He teased her, licking and sucking around her breasts, but never actually making contact with her hard and aching nipples. She arched her back, called to him, asked softly for his mouth, but to no avail. It was then that she noticed her hands, her arms, her inability to move. David's face loomed over hers, his eyes burned with desire. She looked down at her body, gleaming in the candlelight. He had covered her with massage oil, coating her skin with the slick liquid. Everywhere he breathed became hot and eager, his tongue licked her with long, wide strokes, making her moan and beg for more. She turned as much as possible, trying to keep in contact with his seeking mouth. As she did, she noticed the ice chest on the bed. She looked at David questioningly, but he just smiled and kissed her. His mouth began the journey down her body. Moving between her breasts, he lavished attention on the flat area between them, knowing it was particularly sensitive for Lybee. Down her tummy, rubbing his slightly scratchy face against her skin, she felt more alive and excited than she could ever remember. He continued to move down, finding her curlies and licking there, his tongue exploring, searching for her slit. When she felt the pointed tip sliding along her swollen lips, she opened for him, inviting him into her pink. His hands moved to her thighs, pushing them open, exposing her most private self. He buried his face inside her, his tongue stiff on her clit, shaking his head side to side, flicking her pleasure button. Lybee fought the restraints, begging him to free her so she could help him. But David refused, his mouth muffled against her swollen mound. The oil caused heat when mixed with someone's breath, and now David blew against her lower lips, making her burn with longing. The heat was almost unbearable, the pleasure/pain combination that was so very erotic. Reaching to the nightstand, David picked up an icy drink and took a long sip. He returned to Lybee, placing his cold lips against her nipple, chilling it before warming it in his mouth. He repeated this, moving over her body, until she was awash with hot/cold sensations. When his mouth covered her pussy and he began to french kiss her there, she nearly exploded. His cold tongue penetrating her was delightful, appeasing the heat he had been building there. He pulled back and looked at his lover. "Did you like that? Does it thrill you to mix temperatures on your very private flesh? You are my most precious girl. Are you enjoying this?" Lybee responded quickly, encouraging David to continue his love play. She begged to be released from the bonds, promising to be very good. "Not only am I not releasing you, but I am thinking of blindfolding you. I wonder if you prefer to see what is happening or want to be surprised? Perhaps I will wait until later to blindfold you. Right now, I want you to see what I have for you." David reached into the ice chest and removed a hand. Lybee stared at it in the dim light, not exactly sure what she was seeing. He moved it closer to her face. It was a rubber glove that had been filled with water and frozen, so now it resembled a hand. He rubbed it over her lips, chilling her. The hand moved slowly down her chest, circling her nipples and causing them to ruch. The tightness in her nipples sent an ache right to her center. She pulled against the restraints again, but they remained tight. The frozen hand massaged her tummy, then slipped into her curlies. She felt the frigid surface against her warm skin and began to tingle. She imagined what could be done with the frozen hand, the icy fingers. Her eyes sought David's. He continued, using the fingers to trace her slit, the iciness a sharp contrast to the heat she was generating. Ah, now the frozen finger was inside her, moving up and down her slit, sliding into her pussy, fucking her with ice, then circling her clit, making it harden and throb. God, this was so unbelievable! David was lying between her open legs, his face near enough to her pussy that she could feel his breath against her curlies. He was playing with her, using the frozen fingers to separate and massage her tender pinkness. He probed her depths, rhythmically fucking her with the thumb. She pushed against it, thrusting her hips in an effort to get it deeper. But it didn't fill her. She needed more. She moaned and begged again to be released. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? No, I think I will keep you my prisoner a little longer. I have another surprise for you. I know you liked the frozen hand, but it wasn't enough for your demanding cunt, was it? I have something better, just for you, my little wanton slut!" Opening the chest again, he withdrew a condom which had been frozen, also full of liquid. It was huge. And hard. And so very cold. He rubbed it against her slit, pushing it inside and along her soft pinkness, making her shiver with excitement. He slid it slowly into her waiting pussy, deep and hard, making her cry out with delight. She started fucking it, thrusting her hips against it, burying it inside herself. It was so big, so hard! She loved it. Lybee began to talk, to ramble. "I want it. I want to fuck that giant ice cock and feel it deep inside me. Oh, my pink is becoming pale and cold. I am a frozen cunt, an ice princess in need of thawing. I need a hot man cock inside me, melting me, turning me pink again. Fuck me, David. Fuck your princess!" David's cock was dripping precome, so hard, so ready. He pulled the icy cock out and dropped it on the bed, sliding his rigid manhood deep inside Lybee. The walls of her cunt were icy, but he felt them warm as he probed her depths. He fucked her, his hips thrusting forward with such force that she cried out. Finally, she felt warm again. She felt her pink glowing with heat. Lybee thought that now he would release her and they would make love normally, the games over. But she was wrong. He did reach for the ties, loosening them long enough to flip her over and then retying them. He pushed her onto her knees, her tight ass up in the air, her head on the pillow. He ran his finger along her tight bud, watching it pucker even more. He leaned forward and kissed her there, his tongue lightly touching her hole. She moaned and pushed back against his face, wanting more. Pulling away, he reached for the frozen condom, lubricating it with massage oil. He held it to her ass, holding it in place long enough for her to feel the cold sensation. When she looked over her shoulder to say something, she stopped in amazement. Here was her David, the man she knew so well, yet not at all. His eyes were glazed with lust, heavy lidded. He didn't even seem aware that she was there. He didn't seem to see her or hear her, so intent was he on his plan. With deliberate force, he pushed the frozen cock into her ass, all the way in, as deep as possible. She cried out, told him to stop, but he was beyond hearing or comprehending. He stroke her ass, moving it in and out, plunging into her over and over. Finally, she began to thrust in time with him, moving her hips against his hand, encouraging the fucking of her ass. She was so excited, unsure if she could wait much more before exploding. Then, David straightened between her legs. He put his straining cock against her pussy lips and delved into her. She felt the heat from her lover buried in her cunt while the icy cock continued to probe her darkness. The combination was more than she could bear and she felt her orgasm rushing through her. The roar filled her head, and her inner muscles began to twitch and clasp David's cock, pulling it even deeper into her pussy. She screamed out with pleasure, saying his name over and over as the orgasm spasmed through her entire body. She felt David slamming into her, using her, filling her with his hot, needy dick. Then she heard it, the roar of his completion, the cry from deep within him as he shot his hot come into her body. His hands abandoned the icy cock and he gripped her hips, holding her tightly to his groin as he exploded within her. The throbbing of his cock became less intense as his orgasm subsided. He leaned forward and released the restraint with a single pull, and she was free. He pulled her into his arms and rolled onto his side, still nestled in her warmth. He held her lovingly, kissing her neck and ear, whispering loving words of promises fulfilled. THE END