Fire and Ice

Well lubri­cated with the bet­ter part of two bot­tles of ice cold cham­pagne and a tiny bit of rasp­berry fram­boise, I unbuckle my belt, slip my jeans over my hips and push them down until they fall in a pud­dle around my feet. I can already feel the chill through the glass door, but I’m drunk and horny and I don’t care. I pull my shirt over my head, throw my bra into the pile on the floor along with my panties. I’m naked, bare flesh prick­ling in the chill air. Deep breath, and I grab the bot­tle of wine, the glasses, push open the door and I’m rush­ing through the cold night air, shiv­er­ing as the light rain drops onto my nude body, try­ing to get the cover off the hot tub before my courage deserts me.

The hot water is like manna to my chilled bones. He slips in the hot tub along­side me, his body slid­ing across my wet flesh as he reaches for the bot­tle. He pours a glass, takes a sip and offers me a drink. I grab the bot­tle instead, wrap my lips around the open­ing and slug back a swig. Ice cold wine quickly turns into a warm­ing sen­sa­tion fill­ing my body right down to the tips of my fin­gers and toes. He takes the bot­tle away from, and pushes me to the side of the tub. My back arched against the jets, he spreads my legs and pushes him­self between them. The heated water swirls around our bod­ies like an extra set of fin­gers mas­sag­ing and prob­ing. His lips devour mine, tast­ing and bit­ing at my mouth, demand­ing my tongue. He eats at my mouth, tast­ing the wine on my breath, push­ing my head back as ice cold drops of rain fall down all over us. The freez­ing drops of rain turn into misty vapor as it hits the hot water sur­round­ing us in a per­sonal fog. I could pre­tend we’re the only ones in the whole world like this.

His fin­gers explore me, between my legs, rub­bing and pet­ting me where I’m as warm and wet as the water around us. I reach for him, my hands on his hips, pulling him into me, then he’s inside me, his mouth hot against the cool­ness of my neck. The rain comes down harder around us, the freez­ing drop pelt­ing what­ever skin lies exposed over the sur­face of the water. The con­trast between the fire below and ice above is intox­i­cat­ing, and as we move against each other, my skin moves back and forth between deli­cious warmth and chill­ing cold. He pulls me atop him, my entire upper body rid­ing above the water as the sky opens and the rain pours down.

The cold rain turns my nip­ples into tight hard nubs as he lifts me, weight­less in the water, up and down on his cock. I’m swim­ming in sen­sa­tion, the plea­sure over­rid­ing every last ounce of com­mon sense as freez­ing rain pours over my naked body, drench­ing my hair, mak­ing my mas­cara run into thin spi­dery trails down my cheeks. But I couldn’t care less. We arch, we moan, we writhe, we fuck, and it’s elec­tric. I’ve never felt any­thing quite like this as my body moves between the two extremes approach­ing the point of no return. Then I’m explod­ing atop his cock, scream­ing into the night as cold rain runs into my open mouth — I couldn’t care less if any­one hears me, there is only this, right now, here, this entire uni­verse solely between my legs.

We stay like that, joined in the water, the falling rain turn­ing into icy rivulets that run down my neck and back. As san­ity returns, albeit briefly, we duck under the heated water push­ing as much exposed skin as pos­si­ble out of the reach of the ice rain. His hands lazily roam my body, he whis­pers some­thing in my ear, paus­ing to sip a bead of water from the lobe. He’s ready for round two, inside, in the warmth of our bed and he paints a deli­cious pic­ture of the filthy things he’ll do to me.

The dash back to the house in the pour­ing rain will occupy my mind and fill me with dread in approx­i­mately five min­utes from now, but now, right now, there is only fire and ice as I plum­met into the night with his hard­en­ing cock between my legs and his hot breath warm­ing my neck.