Fire & Ice

Okay…I think everything is finally ready. I’ve got all the candles lit…pink rose petals scattered around the room and across the bed. The champagne is being iced and…I think that’s it.

You might think I’ve gone a little overboard, but I also think you will really like it. You certainly deserve every bit of it. And I’m going to make sure you have an unforgettable birthday weekend.

I’ve brought a selection of your favourite sex toys and those new bed restraints that we’ve yet to test out. I lay them out next to the ice bucket of champagne and your presents.

Damn. I’m already imagining how sexy you’ll look…your lovely body spread out on these soft sheets. I’m excited to give you this experience, not just because it’s your birthday, but because you could really deserve some attention and care.

Your job as an events planner keeps you way too busy and sometimes I worry about how many hours you’re putting in. Lucky for you, dating the manager of a luxury hotel downtown has its perks. I’ve snagged the penthouse suite for the entire weekend…just for us.

“Babe?”

Oh my god…the way your hair falls around your shoulders. That perfect shade of red lipstick settled on your lips…those black stiletto heels...your favorite black coat concealing your gorgeous body. It sounds cliche, but you’ve just taken my breath away.

“Hey!”

“Happy birthday, my love!”

I wrap my arms around you and pull you in against my chest.

“Oh, baby.”

Our mouths melt into a soft kiss.

“Mmm…”

I wonder if you can feel my heart racing…

“Thank you. This room is amazing...it’s so beautiful. Look at that view!”

“Mmm, it’s nothing compared to the view in here. You look absolutely incredible.”

I push my hand into your hair, holding the nape of your neck as we kiss deeply. The passion between us is burning brightly tonight. I can feel your longing as you gently bite my lower lip. Your kisses are fervent and needy. You untie the belt around your waist and let your coat fall open.

Fuck. You’re wearing only lingerie and stockings under there. Is it my birthday or yours?

“You got me so excited for tonight. All the mysterious little hints you’ve been dropping.”

You look at me with a naughty glimmer in your eyes. A cheeky smirk spreads across your lips. As you throw your arms around my neck, I lift you up and squeeze your luscious ass.

You tease the short hair on my neck with your nails as my tongue slides against yours. I could kiss you for hours. Playfully, I throw you into the center of the king-sized bed and watch as you shuffle into a comfortable position, with your legs spread wide.

“May I touch myself?”

You smile up at me and I have to bite my lip to control my urges. You are the sexiest woman in the world. We’ve always had great sex together, but you rocked my world when you first expressed interest in experimenting with BDSM.

I know now that you’re feeling incredibly submissive when you ask me something in that irresistible tone of voice.

“Yes, you may rub yourself. Over your panties.”

Our eyes remain connected as I hastily remove my crisp, white shirt and throw it behind me. I tower over you and enjoy the sight of your wandering fingers over your wet, sensitive clit.

You stroke your breast with one hand while the other rubs and teases your lips through your wet thong.

“Mmm, tell me how wet you are, baby.”

“I’m really, really wet. Wet for you. Will you please touch me?”

More than ready to oblige, I strip off the rest of my clothes and join you on the bed. I kneel between your thighs and kiss you as I unhook your bra. Your breasts bounce slightly as I peel your panties down to your ankles. The sight of your glistening pussy makes me want to taste you… but it’s not time for that yet.

I leave a trail of kisses down your neck and cleavage, letting my tongue flick over your sensitive nipples.

I love the way you writhe beneath me and raise your hips to meet my hands. Even though I want it as much as you do, I’m going to make you beg for it before I give it to you…I stroke your right arm, down to the very tips of your fingers, before guiding it towards the bedpost.

You grin up at me and nod, eagerly, giving me silent permission to restrain you. I secure the first velcro strap around your delicate wrist. I kiss your collarbone and shoulder before tying your left wrist, just as tightly.

You give them a tug, testing your bindings. We share an excited smile, knowing you’re not going anywhere…knowing there is nowhere either of us would rather be.

I pull you down the bed by your ankles and strap them to the corresponding bedposts. Mmm, there you are…naked and spread wide. You are breathtaking.

“Is it alright if I blindfold you, baby?”

“Mmm, yes, please.”

Carefully, I lift your head and slip the purple satin mask over your eyes, plunging you into darkness.

As your senses adjust, I lean down and kiss you passionately. I think I can feel the heat emanating from between your thighs.

“I’m right here, but I need to get a few things.”

I straddle your torso, stroking your breasts and rubbing your nipples with my thumb. They’re getting so hard and perky beneath my touch.

I bring my mouth to your right nipple and you flinch slightly. Instead of the tender heat that you expected, you feel the delicious tingle of the ice cube between my teeth…

I slide the cube around each nipple, drawing them firmly to attention. You feel the heat of my breath combined with the sharp chill of ice as I kiss and lick your mouth in between smooth strokes.

Cool water droplets trickle down to your stomach and my tongue chases them, hungrily, as I slide down your body.

I take a fresh ice cube and touch it to your inner thigh where I know you’re particularly sensitive. Your hands pull at the wrist straps reflexively and your lips curl into a soft smile. You’re absolutely loving this, aren’t you?

I slide the ice up ever so slowly, teasing you, making you squirm a little more… and then into the warmth of your pussy. Your entire body jerks against the restraints.

The ice melts quickly from the heat of your pussy and my tongue catches the droplets streaming down between your legs. I lick and suck on your clit hungrily… it is so thick and swollen. Not to mention, you taste fantastic. I slide my tongue further down to the entrance of your pussy and pause for a moment…before plunging my tongue deep inside you…I flick my tongue wildly inside of you as you moan in pleasure

You are incredibly wet. My fingers tease and I slowly stretch your wet pussy, with one finger…and then two. I thrust slowly, in and out, watching the pleasure on your face.

I’m throbbing at the sight of you. Every thrust is edging you slowly towards your climax. I want, so badly, to help you orgasm.

“Hmmm, that’s amazing, baby.”

I fuck you with my fingers, slowly at first…Then faster, in and out, building up tour tension. My fingers are drenched in your wetness. Your body slows to a gentle grind as you adjust to the sweet sensation of the ice cube cold lingering with your body’s warmth. I watch with a smile as you grip the black straps in tight fists, listening for clues and yearning for more sensation.

“Since it’s your birthday, I thought I’d get you some candles.”

I take the long-stemmed lit candle from the bedside table and hold it just over your naval. You squirm a little at the sudden wave of heat, biting down on your lower lips.

“Mmm, baby it’s s-so hot.”

“It’s a special kind of candle. The wax is safe for the skin. Meaning I can tease you with it endlessly. Would you like that?”

You nod up at me and take in a shaky breath. I glide the red candle just above the skin of your bare hip. It doesn’t take long for the wax to melt and the first droplets of wax fall just above your pussy.

I tilt the candle and decorate your beautiful body with glorious red trails and splashes of wax.

Each drop heats your skin for a second or two before quickly dissipating. I tilt the candle and let a stream of rich, red-hot wax fall onto the outside of your soft pussy lips.

You roll your hips and the wax slides further down. I adore pushing your body in this way. Intoxicating your senses as the heat and the cold from the melted ice mix and mingle.

Caressing your legs, I unfasten the straps around your ankles and push your knees forward.

You smile as I pull a condom out of the bedside table drawer and tear it open.

“Would you like me to release your arms?”

“No. I want to stay like this. Tied up…blindfolded.”

I shuffle closer and kiss you deeply. As my cock nudges against your wet pussy, you tug my lower lip with your teeth. Mmm…fuck. You’re driving me wild with desire.

My cock gently pushes inside you and the smouldering heat of our bodies quickly replaces any traces of tingling cold. Oh, you feel so amazing around me.

I push deeper, until every inch of my cock is inside your warm, wet pussy. As our tongues dance, passionately, I grip your wrists and start to build a steady rhythm of thrusts. Your hips move in time with mine and our bodies become one.

As pleasure spreads throughout your sexy body, your groans grow louder and fill the room. You squeeze your legs around me. I’m somehow deeper inside you now…fucking you harder…and faster.

Your pussy tightens around me. Every inch of you is begging for release and I can’t wait to give it to you, baby. With a final thrust and the friction of my body against your clit, your orgasm tears through you. You arch your back and gasp beautifully as the pleasure takes over.

As you squeeze around my cock, I can’t contain myself any longer. Seeing the sensuality on your face and… feeling you moan into my mouth as your pussy clenches around me again feels so fucking good.

I’m going to cum! I bend forward and kiss your forehead. Then, I take off your blindfold. I love looking into your eyes as you come down from the high of your orgasm. You look so fucking sexy.

“I could definitely use a glass of champagne after that…”

I release your wrists…and kiss you as you find your favourite spot and rest your head against my chest. I hold you against my body and run my fingers through your silky hair. Mmm, your legs are still quivering with pleasure as you drape them over me.

“Now I know what it’s like to be a birthday cake.”

“Decorated with candles.”

“And wrapped up like a present.”

“Happy birthday, my love.”