It was the middle of July, and our bodies were soaked from the heat and humidity.

My boyfriend and I had just come home from a party and discovered that the air conditioner was broken. The stores were closed, so we were forced to dig out a small, noisy fan from the back of our junk closet. It wasn’t great, but a hot breeze was better than nothing at all. With that being our only relief for the night, we shed our clothing.

I went to the refrigerator for a cool drink, only to find an empty container of juice. It was too hot to argue about which one of us finished it. I returned to the bedroom with a tall glass filled with more ice than water. I sat beside my boyfriend and sipped slowly, savoring the cold liquid, then handed him the glass. He drained it, leaving nothing but the ice.

We threw ourselves on top of the sheets, but exhausted as we were, it was too hot to sleep. I reached for the glass to retrieve an ice cube. I dragged it across my forehead, down my neck, and over my breasts, wishing I could drag it over my entire body. Beads of sweat mixed with the melting ice, and as air from the fan hit the moisture on my body, I began to feel slightly cooler. Now there was only one thing to do — I had to get more ice.

In the kitchen, I began emptying the ice trays into a large bowl. I stroked my throat with a handful of cubes. I was now standing in a small puddle of water from the melting ice.

In an instant, my boyfriend was standing behind me with more ice cubes in his hand. He began running them over the back of my neck and down my back. I stood my ground, enjoying the cool, wet relief. He worked his way around me until we were face-to-face. Then he slowly rolled the cubes over my breasts.

He maneuvered me back toward the countertop. Working at a snail’s pace, he slid the ice from the base of my throat to my breasts, then circled my erect nipples with the melting cubes. Rivulets of water trickled down my stomach before hitting the thin strip of hair below. Shivers raced through my body — not from the freezing water, but from the erotic feel of his hands.

As my fingers gripped the edge of the counter, my head fell back and I closed my eyes. Suddenly, I felt a moist heat at my nipple. The sensation was electrifying. When I opened my eyes, my boyfriend was gently lapping up the water droplets falling from my tits. My heart began to beat rapidly. Just then, he flicked my sensitive nipple with that miraculous tongue of his. A moan of sheer pleasure filled the room.

By the time I realized that moan came from deep within me, I was no longer able to bear my own weight. I felt myself being slowly lowered to the cool, wet floor. We rolled around in the water, and it felt incredible. He reached up to grab some unmelted cubes from the bowl, then proceeded to rub them over my lips before gliding them down to my belly button. The water pooled in my navel until it overflowed and ran down my sides and between my legs.

When I suddenly felt a hard ridge of heat probing between my legs, I knew what it was and I was more than ready. After the icy water, my boyfriend’s cock felt like it was on fire. His lips branded my neck with searing, firm kisses.

Just as I arched my back, he thrust his burning-hot erection into me, and I welcomed it. I no longer felt the heat of our tiny apartment or the wet floor underneath me — I only felt him thrusting, hard, in and out of me. Nothing else mattered. I held fast and urged him on, rising to meet his every stroke.

We were both so turned on, it almost seemed like a contest to see who would come first. It was all skin slapping, hard breathing, and furious fucking — the kind of hot sex where both parties come out on top. It was amazing. We pushed each other over the edge simultaneously, sharing one of the most intense orgasms in our two years together.

I don’t know how long we were on the floor after that, but eventually we roused ourselves and headed to the bathroom to share a cool shower. One thing led to another, and we ended up spending the rest of the night in the bathtub with the remaining ice.