Keeping His Promise (Year of the Billionaire Part 3)

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from his mouth. I flinched and sent the ice sliding down my side. Tristan ran it back and nestled it into the hole again. The skin he had made so sensitive seemed to close around the cube and I could feel the liquid accumulating under it as it melted.
    His warmth was near my breasts next as he suckled and twirled my tight nipples in his mouth. The scrape of his teeth was intense. My focus narrowed to the triangle of feeling on my chest and torso and the background music of my pussy, readying for whatever he had in mind. Time vanished with my sight and I gave myself permission to be a canvas for whatever artistry he could command. As the ice melted on my belly, so did my defenses and my fears. He wanted me to join him in the moment and the moment was all there was.
    He circled the swell of my breasts with both hands, both holding more ice. Beginning at their outer edges, he cooled ever smaller circles around them until he reached my impossibly rigid nipples. Then his mouth was back, only this time he had the ice to roll against me with his tongue. The combination of the heat of his lips and the chill inside his mouth was incredible--two opposite sensations that eddied around me like finding a cold spring in a warm summer lake. I wanted to drown in him. I wanted to sink to the depths of wherever he might take me and never come up for air.
    He straddled me and positioned his ass just above my belly. The warmth of his tight cheeks centered right over the remains of the ice cube. His cock rested i n my wet cleavage, hot as a poker against my chilled skin. I could just smell the male musk rising from the heat of him. I felt something drip over his erection and my nostrils suddenly filled with the unmistakable smell of maple syrup, all earthy and sweet. My mouth watered and my mind reeled.
    He fucked my breasts, squeezing them together around his girth and sliding back and forth in the sticky passage between them. "Sweet, sweet, sweet," he muttered and I could hear the smile behind the words. He thrust upwards, tapping my chin with each stroke. His fingers never stopped their dance against my nipples twisting and pinching them in time with the rhythm of his shaft. I don't think I've ever come so close to orgasm having only my breasts touched.
    Tristan reached behind me and propped my head on a folded pillow and slid up so that his cock could reach my mouth. When he began to circle my lips with the soft head, I eagerly licked the sweetness there. Mixed in with the fragrant maple was the salty tang of his own liquid. I poked my tongue into the hole at the tip. He grunted at the small penetration and pushed further into me. He was thick with desire, stretching my lips, groaning at my eagerness to suck him dry.
    Without my hands, I had only my tongue and my lips to please him. I tightened my mouth around his girth and pushed back against his thrusts. He began to work his hand over the base of his shaft knowing I couldn't possibly take him completely. God it was so hot to know he was touching himself as I sucked him. I knew that, like me, he had allowed himself to let go, to do whatever came to him. Use me. Take your pleasure. Take me.
    I wanted him to come in my mouth. I wanted to taste the essence of man, to feel it run down my throat oozing with life. The pace of his hand quickened and his cock moved faster and faster in my mouth until he abruptly stopped, checking his climax. I mewed out my disappointment when drew himself out of my mouth.
    "Not yet, my queen. I love that you want me to come in your sweet mouth, but I'm not nearly finished with you." He gently cleaned the stickiness from my chest. He removed the blindfold and untied my hands. "How about some dessert?" I was pulled up to a sitting position and he sat across from me, putting my legs over his powerful thighs. I looked down between us and saw his turgid cock pointing straight at my pussy. Although I longed to have him there, I knew that the roller coaster of arousal would

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