Summer Ice

*I wrote this last summer. I did make a few changes from the orginal.*
Summer Ice By Dea
It was hot afternoon with a fan going. He looked over at her in her sundress as the fan passed her exposing a little bit more of her thigh. It was a hot day and she was hot.
She looked over at him in his shorts and his bare chest. It was a hot day and he was glistening with sweat. Her eyes followed him as he moved into the kitchen. He opened the freezer and took something in his hand. Her eyes followed him back to the living room. He bent down on his knees in front of her. Passion as hot as the sun flared in his eyes.
He wetted his lips and leaned in for a kiss. As she sucked his wet sweet lips her heart beat faster in his heat and she leaned into his sweaty chest. In the overwhelming heat she laid her back against the soft couch. He slipped her dress strap past her shoulder and traced her collarbone with an ice cube.
The coldness shocked her as the ice melted on her skin. He licked the water and she sighed at the warm wetness of his tongue.
She let the dress slip to expose her breast. He traced her nipple with the ice as it hardens under the coldness. She gasped and her lips trembled in excitement.
He slid his free hand up her thigh and tugged at her panties. They melted down her thighs like ice cream left in the sun. He moved the ice to his other hand. He traced the ice on her lips as he took her hard nipple in his mouth and it melted in the heat. The coldness tingling up her spin and she gasped in pleasure. Oh she was hot and the bitter coldness aroused her, she tugged at his pants for she wanted him. He knew this and teased her with the ice.
Another moment he thought, tease her a little longer. She moved to meet his lips as he pushed the ice into her. He felt her thighs tremble and shiver against his arm. He moved her mouth away from his, the sweet heat lingering on his lips. He moved the ice out as she moaned.
Now he wanted her. They fumbled at the buttons to expose his eagerness. But now it was her turn to tease. She moved him to the floor and removed his shorts. She took the ice and rubbed it along his shaft.
The coldness sent a shiver to his spine. He saw the fiery passion in her eyes. The ice cube was melting fast in the heat and they were both thirsty. She licked the water of him and he gasped at the warm wetness of her tongue.
No longer could he stand the teasing. He moved her back to the couch and on his knees he entered her. Hotter than the afternoon sun he welcomed this warmth that enclosed him. He took the little piece of ice cube and traced it along the outside of her lips as he entered and escaped her.
Sweat was gleaming on their bodies and she drank in his sweet sweat. Passion rose as the sun fell behind the tress.