Chapter 30 Even better
Julian’s arms stayed wrapped around Adeline, holding her steady while their breathing slowed. Her legs were still trembling from the second orgasm, and she could feel his cum slowly dripping down the inside of her thigh. She pressed her forehead to his chest, smiling against his skin.
“As much as that was one hell of a welcome,” he said, thumb brushing her swollen bottom lip. “We’re not done for the night just yet.”
Adeline raised an eyebrow, playful. “Oh?”
Julian didn’t answer with words. He simply scooped her up like she weighed nothing, one arm under her knees, the other around her back. She let out a surprised laugh as he carried her across the living room to the long, wide couch. The leather was cool against her bare skin when he set her down on her back. He arranged her carefully, head on the armrest, legs spread open, one foot planted on the floor, and the other knee bent and resting against the back cushions. The position left her completely exposed to him, pussy still glistening from their first round.
“Stay right there,” he ordered, his voice low and rough. “Don’t move.”
Adeline bit her lip, already feeling fresh heat curl low in her belly. “Where are you going?”
He smirked, eyes raking over her naked body. “Kitchen. I’ll be back in two minutes. Be good.”
She watched him walk away, completely naked, his cock still half-hard and swinging with each step. The sight made her thighs press together on instinct. She had no idea what he was planning, but the way he said it, calm and in control, sent a thrill straight through her.
True to his word, he was back in under two minutes. In one hand he carried a small bowl of ice cubes. In the other, a can of whipped cream from the fridge. The second Adeline saw them, she understood exactly what he had in mind, and a bright, excited chuckle bubbled out of her before she could stop it.
“Oh my god,” she said, grinning up at him. “You’re really going there tonight?”
Julian set the bowl and can on the coffee table, then dropped to his knees between her spread legs. “You showed up in lingerie at my door,” he said, voice thick. “You started this. Now I get to play.”
He plucked one ice cube from the bowl, letting it drip for a second so the cold water ran down his fingers. Adeline’s breath hitched. She was still sensitive from coming twice already, but the sight of that ice, shiny and freezing, made her clit throb in anticipation.
Julian leaned in, eyes locked on hers. He pressed the ice cube right against her swollen clit. The shock of the cold hit her like lightning, and she gasped sharply, her back arching off the couch.
“Julian…fuck!”
He didn’t let up. He rubbed the ice in slow circles, watching her hips jerk. The cold melted fast against her hot skin, sending icy water trickling down her folds and mixing with her own wetness. Then he lowered his mouth.
His tongue replaced the ice, hot and flat, licking up every drop while the cube still pressed against her. The contrast, freezing cold on her clit, burning hot mouth sucking it in, ripped a loud moan out of her throat. He sucked the ice cube between his lips, holding it right on her most sensitive spot, letting it melt while his tongue flicked underneath.
Adeline’s hands flew to his hair, gripping tight. “Oh shit… that’s… Julian, it’s too much…”
But she was pushing her hips up into his mouth at the same time, chasing the insane mix of cold and heat. The ice melted fast, turning into cool rivulets that ran down to her entrance. Julian chased every drop with his tongue, licking lower, then back up to suck her clit again. When the first cube was gone, he grabbed another.
This time he pushed the fresh ice just inside her pussy, letting it sit there while his mouth returned to her clit. The cold inside her made her walls clench hard. She could feel the ice melting, water mixing with her slick, dripping out around his tongue as he ate her like a man starved.
“Fuck, Julian… I’m…oh god, I’m shaking.”
Her thighs trembled violently on either side of his head. He held them open wider with his strong hands, refusing to let her close them. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth filled the room, and every time a new cube touched her, she cried out, a broken, needy sound that echoed off the high ceiling.
He added whipped cream next.
Julian shook the can, then drew a thick, white line straight across both of her nipples. The cold cream made them tighten instantly. He leaned up and licked one clean in one long swipe, then the other, sucking hard until she was whimpering. He didn’t stop there. He sprayed a dollop right on her clit, covering the swollen bud in sweet cream, then dove back down.
The combination was perfect. Cold ice, sweet whipped cream, and his hot tongue. He sucked the cream off her clit while sliding two fingers deep inside her, curling them against that spot that always made her lose her mind. Adeline’s moans turned into desperate sobs of pleasure.
“Julian…please… I’m going to come again…”
He hummed against her, the vibration sending her over. Her orgasm crashed through her like a wave, hips bucking wildly against his face. He kept sucking through it, licking up every drop of cream and melted ice and her slick until she was a trembling, gasping mess on the couch, but he still wasn’t finished.
Julian rose up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His cock was rock-hard again, thick and flushed. He grabbed the whipped cream once more and sprayed a long stripe down the length of his shaft, from base to tip. Then he climbed on the couch, kneeling between her legs.
“Open your mouth,” he said.
Adeline didn’t hesitate. She pushed up on her elbows and leaned forward, tongue out. He fed her the head of his cock, letting her taste the sweet cream mixed with the salty drop already beading at the tip. She moaned around him, licking greedily, sucking the cream off while her hand stroked what she couldn’t reach. Julian groaned, one hand in her hair, guiding her slowly.
After a minute he pulled out, breathing hard. “On your back again. Legs up.”
She obeyed instantly, lying back and hooking her knees over his shoulders. He lined himself up and pushed in, slow and deep, one long stroke until he was buried to the hilt. The stretch after all the teasing made her cry out. He felt even bigger than before, her walls still fluttering from the last orgasm.
Julian started moving, not fast at first. Just deep, rolling thrusts that made her feel every inch. He reached for the whipped cream again and sprayed it across her breasts, then leaned down to lick it off while he fucked her. Every time he sucked a nipple, he thrust harder, and the couch creaked under them as skin slapped skin, and her moans mixed with his low grunts.
“God, you’re so fucking wet,” he growled against her skin. “Feel that? Hear how loud you are?”
Adeline could only nod, her eyes half-closed, lost in the pleasure. He sat back up, hooked her legs higher, and changed the angle. Now every thrust hit that perfect spot inside her. The whipped cream can came back, and he sprayed a small amount right above where they were joined, right on her clit. The cold hit her again, and she screamed.
Julian rubbed it in with his thumb while he pounded into her, fast and relentless. The sweet cream mixed with her wetness, making everything slippery and messy. Her third orgasm built fast, tighter and hotter than the others.
“I’m… fuck Julian… I’m coming…”
“Come on my cock,” he demanded, his voice rough. “Let me feel it, baby.”
She shattered. Her back arched so hard she almost lifted off the couch, and her walls clamped down around him, pulsing, and milking him. A gush of wetness soaked them both, and Julian cursed loudly, hips stuttering, but he didn’t stop. He fucked her straight through it, drawing it out until she was sobbing with overstimulation.
Only then did he pull out.
He flipped her over effortlessly, bending her over the arm of the couch so her ass was in the air. He spread her cheeks and slid back inside in one thrust. The new angle was deeper and rougher. He reached around and grabbed the whipped cream one last time, spraying it across her lower back and letting it drip down the crack of her ass. Then he licked it off while he fucked her from behind, his tongue tracing her spine and teeth grazing her skin, all while his cock slammed into her again and again.
Adeline was shaking, moaning nonstop, her voice hoarse. “Harder…please…don’t stop…”
Julian gave her exactly what she begged for. One hand gripped her hip, the other reached under to rub her cream-covered clit in tight circles. The couch rocked with every thrust, sweat slicked their skin, and the smell of sex and sweet cream filled the room.
When her fourth orgasm hit, it was the strongest yet. She screamed his name, her body locking up, and her pussy gushing around him. Julian groaned deep in his chest, thrusts turning wild and erratic. He buried himself as deep as he could and came hard, pulsing inside her, filling her until it leaked out around his cock.
They collapsed together on the couch, him still inside her, both breathing like they’d run a marathon. Julian pressed soft kisses to the back of her neck, his hand stroking her side gently now.
Adeline turned her head just enough to look at him, her eyes glassy, lips swollen, and a lazy smile on her face. “That… was insane.”
Julian chuckled, low and satisfied, and kissed her shoulder. “Told you we weren’t done.” He brushed damp hair from her face. “And we’re still not. Give me ten minutes, and I’m dragging you upstairs.”
She laughed softly, her body still trembling with aftershocks. “You’re going to kill me.”
“Best way to go,” he murmured, pulling her closer.