“Hearing you speak French gives me a hard-on.”

Grace took a step back from the desire she saw in his eyes, but he pinned her against the counter. Then his mouth took hers before she could tell him to stop.

Once he started kissing her, she didn’t want him to stop anymore. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, parting her lips wider as his tongue explored her mouth, her own tongue tangling with his.

Ice thrust his hips against hers, letting her feel the hardness behind his jeans. As his hand slid under her T-shirt, grasping her breast behind the thin bra, Grace trembled, knowing she should stop him. However, she had been craving the taste of his mouth again.

Ice picked her up, carrying her toward the back of her house with both dogs trailing along behind them. He carried her through her opened bedroom door before turning around and slamming the door closed in the dogs’ faces.

“That wasn’t nice,” she reproached.

“I don’t want those dogs near my dick.”

Ice sat her down on the side of the bed and stood in front of her, reaching down to take off her T-shirt. Then he toed off his boots and took off his jacket before removing his own shirt.

Grace sat there, trying to tell herself to stop him, but the more flesh he displayed, the weaker her resolve became.

Ice’s hands circled her waist, lifting her farther onto the bed.

“Ice, maybe we should slow down.”

“Baby, I’ve been going slow. It’s time we speed things up.”

He reached behind her back, unsnapping her bra then pulling it off before tossing it to the end of the bed. Grace lay still, frozen at his expression.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” His soft voice unfurled the nervousness filling her stomach. She relaxed against the soft sheets as Ice took a nipple into his mouth.

Her hands went to his hair; it was beginning to grow out. Letting the silky strands run through her fingers, then to the nape of his neck, she pressed him against her as his tongue twirled her nipple into a hard bud. His mouth left her breast, sliding down her stomach as his hands went to the snap of her jeans before parting them and sliding them down her hips.

Rising up, his mouth left her body as he pulled her jeans off, throwing them away as his mouth went to her hipbone then slid to the curve of her stomach. His tongue slipped beneath the waistband of her panties.

Grace felt the fine hairs on her body rise at the excitement he brought out in her.

Ice gripped her panties at her hips, moving them downwards as he followed their path. His mouth then hovered over her pussy as his hand went behind her knee, raising her leg and widening the gap between her thighs.

She was never going to forget the first time Ice’s mouth touched her soft, pink flesh. She would always remember the soft stroke of his tongue as he entered her for the first time. She had doubted she would be able to lose herself to the carnal desires other women had, almost coming to believe Winston had destroyed that part of her, too. Ice showed her that part was not only alive, but demanding the satisfaction he had only given her once before.

Grace slid her legs farther apart as he levered his body to lie between her thighs. His tongue slid wetly out of her entrance, sliding along her crevice until it began swirling around her clit, parting her lips and teasing the bundle of nerves. Grace cried out as the explosions within her erupted, sending her into a whirlwind of sparks and flames, forever putting to rest the doubts of her sexuality.

Ice rose above her, reaching into his back pocket. Grace knew what he was doing as he pulled out the condom, watching as he broke open the package. Her eyes went to the ceiling when he unzipped his jeans, not brave enough to watch as he put on the condom.

She told herself she would stop him, only she didn’t. She kept telling herself she would right up until the moment he thrust inside her. As she felt the steely length of him part her pussy like a knife through butter, she gasped, unable to fool herself any longer. Her legs wrapped around his hips as she lifted herself to him. It didn’t hurt as she’d expected.

Her pussy tightened around him as he stopped, resting his head on her shoulder.

“You doing okay?”

“Yes.”

“Does it hurt?”

“No.”

Ice’s lips went to her neck, sucking a tiny amount of flesh into his mouth as he slid his cock back and forth inside her.

“Feel good?”

“Yes, um… So we have to talk?”

Ice laughed. “Nope. I was only trying to make you feel more comfortable.”

“I’m not going to be able to get comfortable with a dick your size inside me.” She moaned, trying to adjust her hips so his every stroke didn’t feel as if he was battering her womb.

She wiggled again. “It feels strange.”

Ice quit moving. “How?”

“I don’t know. I don’t have anything to compare it to, but it feels like hard bumps.”

“That’s my piercing,” Ice explained, laughing at her expression.

“Will it tear me?”

“Baby, they’re metal balls, not spikes.” Ice began moving again. “Didn’t you see them when I put the condom on?”

“No. I was too embarrassed to watch,” she explained, clutching his shoulders as he moved faster.

“I’ll show you when I get finished.”

“That’s okay.”

Grace began thrusting her hips up at him awkwardly at first until she matched his rhythm. In sync, their bodies each worked to satisfy the others’ demands. Each time the head of his cock slid in and out of her, she wanted to scream in pleasure and beg him to thrust harder.

His hand went to her clit, massaging the button between two fingers while his mouth returned to her neck, sucking the same tender flesh back into his mouth. The slight pain on the sensitive part of her body had her thrusting harder against him.

Ice groaned, taking her hips in his large hands, shifting her slightly until his cock hit her insides in an upward motion. When he powered inside her the next time, she didn’t feel a building of tension; she felt a sudden explosion, which had her mind going dark for a brief second. She regained her senses to feel his body shaking against her as he climaxed with her.

He kissed the spot on her neck before rolling onto his back, pulling her on top of his chest. Grace then reached down to the foot of the bed and grabbed the rose-colored top sheet, pulling it up over both of them.

Ice swept her hair from both sides of her face, tucking it behind her ears. “I like to see that look on your face and know I put it there.”

She smiled down at the arrogance on his face, not offended. He deserved kudos for his performance.

Grace placed her hands on his chest, laying her head on them to stare into his icy blue eyes. “Did it hurt when you got your penis pierced?”

“I don’t remember.”

She hadn’t expected that answer. “You didn’t plan on getting pierced?”

“Fuck, no. Colton, a brother, owns a tattoo shop. He gets a lot of calls for male piercings. His ex-wife used to do them, but when she went to prison, he had to learn. He kept pestering the brothers to let him practice on us, but frankly, none of us wanted him near our dicks.

“One night, he comes over to the club, and we had a kick-ass party and got drunk off our asses. Colton dared us to get pierced, calling us all pussies. Not only did we get pierced, but it became a challenge to see who could handle the most.”