She stood before him, exquisite… naked… vulnerable, her supple breast with its pert nipple begging for attention.

He ached to be inside her, but not yet; no need to rush.

Turning her face toward his, his lips brushed hers softly, while his fingers teased their way down her body, eliciting a whispered sigh.

The more he touched her, the more pliant and eager she became. Her eyes fluttered in a dream-like haze; she was almost too obedient.

He smirked, knowing how to provoke a response, while simultaneously hardening that delicious nipple.

Seconds later, she gasped.

Mmm...Just add ice.