I’ve been seeing a really great guy for about a year now. I’ll call him The Iceman.

Not only does he love to suck on ice, but he can do wonders with an ice cube. He can hold a cube in his mouth while tracing it along my sensitive areas. After letting it melt he licks every last bit of water from my body.

We are always looking for new sexual experiences to try with each other. One night we decided to rent a motel room and meet there for the evening. It was wonderful, to say the least. From the moment The Iceman showed up at the door until he left, my whole body was in total bliss. When he came in I was lying in the middle of the bed wearing a skimpy white top, the tiniest of panties, and a big smile. As soon as he crawled up onto the bed with me I knew I was in for several hours of the best kind of hot (and cold), mind-blowing sex.

He started kissing me softly at first, then began to slide his tongue farther and farther down my throat. He rubbed his hands up and down the length of my body, gently caressing me and holding me close. He knows this always relaxes me and really gets me in the mood for making love.

Finally he slid his hand underneath my panties and slowly passed his fingers over my mound, causing a rush throughout my entire body. His fingers teased their way across my opening, touching just enough to make me squirm closer to his hand. The deliberate slowness of his touch made my body crave him even more. Before long, his magical digits were moving easily in the wetness of my dripping pussy. Just as his tongue met mine, his fingers slid deep into my pussy, causing me to have one of the most intense orgasms ever.

From that first climax until the final one, The Iceman never hurried. He took his time, making me come over and over, until I thought I’d go crazy if he didn’t stop. After I calmed down from his wonderful foreplay, we undressed completely. Then I took his hot, throbbing dick in my mouth and sucked on it until he was almost ready to blow. Whenever he gets to the point where he is just about to come, he stops me. He knows I have to have him inside me when he comes.

Then he began rubbing the head of his dick right near my wet opening, teasing me with his hardness until, without warning, his cock completely filled my dripping box. He took his time entering me, and the sensation was unimaginable. I couldn’t help but scream out his name before my body began a new series of orgasms. The Iceman doesn’t just slide in and start the normal rhythm of fucking. He instead slides all the way in very slowly, then just holds still and waits. He knows that if he is patient, I will come several times.

He slowly moved back and forth a few times before casually brushing his fingers across my clit, knowing this would send me into orbit. After my next wave of orgasms, he re-positioned himself so that the head of his cock went deep before he began pounding my pussy.

Before long I was calling out his name over and over again while trying to concentrate on his satisfaction. The Iceman is always so in control of the situation that sometimes it is hard for me to remember his needs. He looked deep into my eyes, and I knew that, after his superlative job of making love to me, he was ready for his own release.

The instant his hot come began shooting deep within me, I exploded again with the most satisfying climax of all. I felt his massive load filling my pussy and his hard tool throbbing deep within my box. It was the ultimate fuck. He didn’t just stop and roll off; he slowly brought me back down to earth, kissing me one last time, long and hard. It made this session of lovemaking yet another work of art. I rested, thinking about round two and hoping the ice machine down the hall was in working order.