One Single Ice Cube
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chptr 4
A/N: Apologies for lateness, didn’t know where the muse was heading with this one. One more chapter left - and that is definitely NC17 but not
completely graphic. Be kind, this is our first.
~*~
Chapter 4
He touched himself to her with a tongue made out of ice.
Ororo gasped loudly, the breath leaving her lungs in a whoosh, as her eyes snapped open at the impetuous crisp drops of elixir sliding into her mouth. Her body arched, simultaneously, the brilliant cold on her flushed wet skin, added to the sensation of being watched. Remys eyes raced over her body, the protruding ice tongue twisting between smirking lips, watching her with voyeuristic pleasure. Ororo never thought someone would look at her the way Remy LeBeau was now staring at her. Lost in his gaze, he somehow managed to close the distance between them without ever touching.
Unrepentant, he slowly slid the ice tongue across her lips; now parted in breathless sigh and dipped down to her chin.
Their gazes still fixed upon each other, Gambit flinched nary a muscle in response to Storms squirming to get free; knowing well what he intended. She had pressed herself down against the wet tiles, in order not to allow their bodies; already on a sharp edge of desire, to touch. It would be her undoing. Taking advantage, he kept a distance to only allow a scant proximity between them, permitting him the latitude to move while she remained immobile. He held still, for but a moment, making sure she understood that there was no turning away from this. From him.
Imperceptibly, she sucked in a breath, preparing herself for what was to come.
She thought she had time to adjust to the icy slick, but the sensation the spear of ice gliding across her skin, joined with his hot breath, was a jolting parry. A rasping extol of his name, in response to the rapidly melting ice-rivet trailing a watery path to the dip of her throat and over her collarbone.
A low, guttural growl tore from Ororo’s lips in unison with Remys husky sigh, as he continued his humid assault - the watery path seeming to draw beneath her cocoa-warm skin, the liquor hot in her veins.
“Goddess,....” she hissed, her body arching softly into his. Lost to his own frustration, he once again drew the ice into the valley between her breasts, lolling the icicle up to the pert nipple, teasing with a taunting slowness that drew her to him like a moth to flame.
He continued to lash, stab and lick the ice cruelly over and over the hardened nipple. She breathed, biting her lower lip to stifle a groan desperately - All her senses were alive and expectant and each touch of the tongue of ice, sent her reeling.
His own self-control long forgotten, Remys eyes were riveted to Stormys sinuously writhing form. He resisted the urge to pull himself closer.
The practiced Cajun lover wet his bottom lip with the flat of his tongue, placing the ice in the hollow of his cheek and in a form of tortured mercy, lapped around the swollen nipple, soothing and inflaming the skin. He continued this assault, making her skin almost numb with cold, then raking the broadside of his wet tongue across the same surface, he lapped the melting liquid from her till she knew nothing else but his mouth and hands on her luscious sweat damp body.
The game, for both, had ceased. All that was left was the blossoming fire between them.
Gambits head rose from the pillowy mounds of her body. Red on Black eyes paralyzing baby blue. A breathless moment, he searched her face as if looking for permission to continue. She lifted her trembling cocoa-warm hand to lace her fingers into his disheveled auburn locks, wordlessly urging him on.
The bough broken; his weight shifts to his knees as his fingers trail feathery light touches up and down her sides, rounding out splayed over her ribs to her back beneath her shoulder blades digging into the flesh.
Still he didn’t move, stubbornly he waited. Ororo looked back down at him, eyes narrowing briefly.
“Say it, chere.”
He didn’t care how it sounded to his ears as an almost plea. All that mattered was her and how she felt against him.
“Yes, Remy. You win.” she bit out, Gambit’s audacious actions were so intoxicating to her, a gurgle of laughter spreading inside her at their foreplay game of dare. “You always do, lover.”
Violent shivers ran down Remys spine at her surrender. As always he would claim his prize as the man; Remy LeBeau. Not Gambit, the practiced lover. The thief. The Scoundrel. Not the one who fell for Rogue because was was the one thing he couldn’t possess. But Remy the man, who had been saved by Ororo; the girl. Healed and given life by Ororo; the woman. And loved him back with the same passion and depth he had confessed to his ‘Stormy’; his secretly newly wed wife. The others did not exist for him anymore. Stormy was the only one in his world and he wanted to possess her entire body, heart and soul.
Lost in need, she cried out, her voice hot and ecstatic near screaming. The sound his final triumph. His member hardened until pain contorted his face.
Digging his fingers into her skin, he lifted her chest to his hot mouth, crushing the ice with a clench of jaw, he allowed the fragments of ice to add to the sensation as he half swallowed one puffy mocha globe into his wet mouth a little at a time, suckling nosily and drawing her into moans and whimpers as Remy began to lash it hard and fast with his big rough tongue.
She closed her eyes tight, blotting out everything else. She was conscious only of the hot blasts of pleasure that radiated from being 'ravished' expertly. Perfect splendor, languid and sensual in delight he began to lather and caress the breast with gentle but luxurious strokes, taking in as much of the quivering flesh as he could. He jammed his lips onto her violently throbbing breast and began to suck her into himself, through his lips.
It was a merciless rape by his mouth, conquering with wild abandon. Teeth scrapped the underside and top, causing her to buck her hips against him. Stormys breast fell from his moutth ath a wet ‘plop’, shimmering lewdly with his juices. Remy didn’t care two hoots. His pelvis was touching her naked center - all thought leaving him.
When he could regain some semblance, he noted the smug look in her eyes that she could still turn the tables on her man.
Remy gaped at her, his mouth open. He'd never seen his Stormy like this - wantonly defiant. Impetuous. Lust glazed and animated as her nails viciously tore at his shirt, leaving welts down his rock hard abs. Shivers of exhilaration flooded through him, he would enjoy the chase as much as she. A devilish thought of how, set his loins on fire.
She saw it in his eyes, five seconds before the plan was set into motion. She could do nothing but will her hands to claw and futilely grab at the steamy tiles for purchase - before Remy descended.
End Part 4
completely graphic. Be kind, this is our first.
~*~
Chapter 4
He touched himself to her with a tongue made out of ice.
Ororo gasped loudly, the breath leaving her lungs in a whoosh, as her eyes snapped open at the impetuous crisp drops of elixir sliding into her mouth. Her body arched, simultaneously, the brilliant cold on her flushed wet skin, added to the sensation of being watched. Remys eyes raced over her body, the protruding ice tongue twisting between smirking lips, watching her with voyeuristic pleasure. Ororo never thought someone would look at her the way Remy LeBeau was now staring at her. Lost in his gaze, he somehow managed to close the distance between them without ever touching.
Unrepentant, he slowly slid the ice tongue across her lips; now parted in breathless sigh and dipped down to her chin.
Their gazes still fixed upon each other, Gambit flinched nary a muscle in response to Storms squirming to get free; knowing well what he intended. She had pressed herself down against the wet tiles, in order not to allow their bodies; already on a sharp edge of desire, to touch. It would be her undoing. Taking advantage, he kept a distance to only allow a scant proximity between them, permitting him the latitude to move while she remained immobile. He held still, for but a moment, making sure she understood that there was no turning away from this. From him.
Imperceptibly, she sucked in a breath, preparing herself for what was to come.
She thought she had time to adjust to the icy slick, but the sensation the spear of ice gliding across her skin, joined with his hot breath, was a jolting parry. A rasping extol of his name, in response to the rapidly melting ice-rivet trailing a watery path to the dip of her throat and over her collarbone.
A low, guttural growl tore from Ororo’s lips in unison with Remys husky sigh, as he continued his humid assault - the watery path seeming to draw beneath her cocoa-warm skin, the liquor hot in her veins.
“Goddess,....” she hissed, her body arching softly into his. Lost to his own frustration, he once again drew the ice into the valley between her breasts, lolling the icicle up to the pert nipple, teasing with a taunting slowness that drew her to him like a moth to flame.
He continued to lash, stab and lick the ice cruelly over and over the hardened nipple. She breathed, biting her lower lip to stifle a groan desperately - All her senses were alive and expectant and each touch of the tongue of ice, sent her reeling.
His own self-control long forgotten, Remys eyes were riveted to Stormys sinuously writhing form. He resisted the urge to pull himself closer.
The practiced Cajun lover wet his bottom lip with the flat of his tongue, placing the ice in the hollow of his cheek and in a form of tortured mercy, lapped around the swollen nipple, soothing and inflaming the skin. He continued this assault, making her skin almost numb with cold, then raking the broadside of his wet tongue across the same surface, he lapped the melting liquid from her till she knew nothing else but his mouth and hands on her luscious sweat damp body.
The game, for both, had ceased. All that was left was the blossoming fire between them.
Gambits head rose from the pillowy mounds of her body. Red on Black eyes paralyzing baby blue. A breathless moment, he searched her face as if looking for permission to continue. She lifted her trembling cocoa-warm hand to lace her fingers into his disheveled auburn locks, wordlessly urging him on.
The bough broken; his weight shifts to his knees as his fingers trail feathery light touches up and down her sides, rounding out splayed over her ribs to her back beneath her shoulder blades digging into the flesh.
Still he didn’t move, stubbornly he waited. Ororo looked back down at him, eyes narrowing briefly.
“Say it, chere.”
He didn’t care how it sounded to his ears as an almost plea. All that mattered was her and how she felt against him.
“Yes, Remy. You win.” she bit out, Gambit’s audacious actions were so intoxicating to her, a gurgle of laughter spreading inside her at their foreplay game of dare. “You always do, lover.”
Violent shivers ran down Remys spine at her surrender. As always he would claim his prize as the man; Remy LeBeau. Not Gambit, the practiced lover. The thief. The Scoundrel. Not the one who fell for Rogue because was was the one thing he couldn’t possess. But Remy the man, who had been saved by Ororo; the girl. Healed and given life by Ororo; the woman. And loved him back with the same passion and depth he had confessed to his ‘Stormy’; his secretly newly wed wife. The others did not exist for him anymore. Stormy was the only one in his world and he wanted to possess her entire body, heart and soul.
Lost in need, she cried out, her voice hot and ecstatic near screaming. The sound his final triumph. His member hardened until pain contorted his face.
Digging his fingers into her skin, he lifted her chest to his hot mouth, crushing the ice with a clench of jaw, he allowed the fragments of ice to add to the sensation as he half swallowed one puffy mocha globe into his wet mouth a little at a time, suckling nosily and drawing her into moans and whimpers as Remy began to lash it hard and fast with his big rough tongue.
She closed her eyes tight, blotting out everything else. She was conscious only of the hot blasts of pleasure that radiated from being 'ravished' expertly. Perfect splendor, languid and sensual in delight he began to lather and caress the breast with gentle but luxurious strokes, taking in as much of the quivering flesh as he could. He jammed his lips onto her violently throbbing breast and began to suck her into himself, through his lips.
It was a merciless rape by his mouth, conquering with wild abandon. Teeth scrapped the underside and top, causing her to buck her hips against him. Stormys breast fell from his moutth ath a wet ‘plop’, shimmering lewdly with his juices. Remy didn’t care two hoots. His pelvis was touching her naked center - all thought leaving him.
When he could regain some semblance, he noted the smug look in her eyes that she could still turn the tables on her man.
Remy gaped at her, his mouth open. He'd never seen his Stormy like this - wantonly defiant. Impetuous. Lust glazed and animated as her nails viciously tore at his shirt, leaving welts down his rock hard abs. Shivers of exhilaration flooded through him, he would enjoy the chase as much as she. A devilish thought of how, set his loins on fire.
She saw it in his eyes, five seconds before the plan was set into motion. She could do nothing but will her hands to claw and futilely grab at the steamy tiles for purchase - before Remy descended.
End Part 4