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Keys rattled in the door as Wanda walked into your apartment, her hands running through her red hair before tossing the keys onto your table. She had just come back from dropping the twins off at Visions, them wanting to spend the heatwave at their father’s because he had a pool and was ready to relax with you in your home.
“Y/n?” she called out, walking into the further into the apartment and feeling how ridiculously warm it was in here. She looked over at your aircon before seeing how it was broken, a small post it note handwritten by you saying ‘Don’t turn me on’ next to it. She smiled at the note but frowned at the idea of the aircon being broke during the heatwave that was happening.
“I’m in the bedroom,” she hears you shout back, your voice not sounding like normal making her worry. She placed her bag down on the sofa before making her way to your room, freezing at the door when she sees you lying on the bed.
You were naked on top of the covers, hands resting behind your head, eyes closed as two fans on either side of the bed tried to cool you down. Her eyes devoured your exposed body, heat pooling between her legs as she saw your toned muscles glisten with a thin layer of sweat. You opened your eyes when you heard her breath hitched and sent a sultry smirk her way, the blush on her cheeks deepening as you stared at her.
“Come here,” you rasped out, opening your arms for Wanda to crawl into. She hovered over your body, her eyes roaming around your skin before meeting your eyes, her lip trapped between teeth as you looked up at her. You moved to crash your lips to hers, a soft sigh escaping her at the feeling of your body pressed against hers.
Without wasting anytime, you pulled her summer dress over her head and unclasped her bra, mouth moving to litter her neck with marks and kisses. She pulled back from you to pull her panties down her legs, the sight of her slick with arousal making your mouth water.
“You’re so fucking hot,” you muttered between kisses, flipping the two of you over so you could hover over her. Her hands ran across your back, the skin hot under her touch as her nails scratched down to leave red marks in their tracks while her mouth continued to move against yours. “I have an idea,” you mumbled against her, pulling back to see her darkened eyes, swollen lips and flushed face. “Remember how we talked about ice play?” you pulled back to look at her reactions, not wanting to force her into anything.
“Yes,” she immediately says, not letting you finish your train of thought as she knew where it was going. You smirk down at her and peck her on the lips before rushing off the kitchen to get a bowl of ice. Her eyes admire your naked body as you walk out the door, gaze firmly locked on your ass as you move. You return with a bowl of ice and place it next to the bed before straddling her waist.
“Remember if you want to stop at any time, you can safe word, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” you remind her to which she softly smiles at.
You grab the smallest piece of ice in the bowl and softly place it against her stomach, a loud gasp leaving her lips at the contrast in temperature. You teasingly move it across her abdomen, watching as it melts against her warm skin and leaving a trail of water. Her body squirms under the feeling, the coldness of the ice creating a strange but pleasurable sensation inside her. Once the ice cube melts, you lick up the water that’s melted on her skin making her moan quietly at the touch and warmth of your tongue. Your hands glide over her sides, making her body wriggle in anticipation as she looks down at you with lust filled eyes.
You move to grab another ice cube, this one larger than the other as she knows what it feels like now and place it on her collar bone. Her breath hitches and body tenses at the action, legs moving under you as she desperately tries to relieve the building pressure between her thighs.
“I want to have you begging for me,” you husk out, moving the cube along her collar bone before dipping down to the valley of her breasts. Her chest rises and falls as you glide the ice over the breasts, playfully running it over her nipples making her groan and clutch at the bedsheets.
“Squirming at my touch,” you continue to taunt her with your words as you move the ice up to her throat. Water drips off her neck as she closes her eyes and relishes in the feeling of your hand on her throat along with the cold object. You grab another cube after you lick up the column of her throat, biting down at the juncture of her neck making her hands turn white with her grip on the bed sheet. This time you ghost the cube over her jaw, not quite letting her experience the pleasurable feeling and smirking down when you hear her whine.
“Please,” she whimpers, her body hot and needy for the cold sensation. You continue to hover the cube over her skin, moving it above her lips.
“Open,” you demand, and she listens immediately. She sticks her tongue out for you to place the small cube on and you groan at the sight of her. Both of you stare at each other as the ice melts on her tongue before you lean down to kiss her. Wanda moans into the kiss when she feels your hands reaching down her body, fingers running through her folds to gather her wetness. You pull back and place the finger into your mouth, groaning at the taste of her.
“You taste so good,” you mutter before kissing her one more time. She tries to chase your lips when you pull back but, with a steady hand, you push her back down onto the bed. You grab another cube from the bowl and shuffle down her body so you’re in between her thighs.
“Shit,” she sighs when the ice is placed on her thigh, gliding around the soft skin in random patterns, trailing lower to her inner thigh before retreating upwards only to teeter back down. You place a strong hand on her legs to keep her still, body fidgeting and desperate for you to touch.
“You’re doing so good for me, my love,” you whisper, the praise increasing the blush painted on her cheeks. You grab another cube and leave the other to melt on her left thigh, starting your torture on her other leg. This time you go closer to her core with the ice, a sharp intake of breath when she feels the water dripping down her inner thighs, mixing with her arousal.
“Please,” she whines, body craving your touch, “Please touch me.” You ignore her whines and continue to play with the ice on her body. Your hands run under her thighs, lifting them up so they rest over your shoulders and mischievously blow on her exposed core, her hips bucking at the feeling. “Y/n,” she whimpers while looking at you, her green eyes begging you to stop the teasing. Still not giving in, you move the ice cubes to run over the back of her thighs, making them tighten around your head.
“What do you want from me?” you mutter, kissing where the ice was on her inner thighs.
“Please touch me,” she sighs as she can feel your breath on her pussy.
“Where?” you taunt trailing your fingers over her stomach.
“Y/n,” she whines again, shy of saying what she wants.
“I can’t touch you where you want until you tell me,” Your eyes stare into hers making her look away at your intense gaze. “Look at me Wanda,” your voice low making her pussy throb. She whispers something but it’s too quiet for you to hear. “Speak up love.”
“My pussy, please,” she groans, and you finally lick a stripe up her core. You think you’ve teased her enough, her body practically screaming for you to make her come, so you quickly work on bringing her the release she wants. You take her clit into your mouth, sucking and licking at it whilst you thrust a finger into her, her pussy clenching around the digit while you curl it inside her. Her hands grasp at your hair, making sure you don’t pull back and edge her, as her back arches off the bed slightly. “Fuck,” she moans as you add another finger, pumping them in and out at a vigorous pace.
Teasing her ended up making you even more desperate to make her come so you mercilessly ate her out. “I’m so close, please don’t stop,” she chants, thighs pressing tighter against your head as she grinds against your face. You moan into her when she tightens her hold in your hair, the feeling bordering painful and pleasurable, causing her to come undone. Her body trembles as she comes, a guttural moan ripped from her throat as she collapses back onto the bed, panting for breath.
“Good girl,” you praise when she lets go of your head, your body moving up to press your lips against hers. You pull away too quickly for Wanda’s liking but the pout that forms on her face swiftly vanishes when she sees you taking the strap on out of the drawer. “Do you want my cock?” you innocently as while pulling on the harness and climbing on the bed.
“ please, I need it so bad,” her voice laced with desire as she stares at you. You rub the tip of the toy along her folds, spreading her wetness onto it, and around her clit to make her hips buck. You chuckle at her neediness before slowly starting to push it into her. Gradually, you thrust the whole toy into her, letting her adjust to the size of it before starting to bottom out and push back in. Moans spill out of her lips as you start to increase your pace of long, deep thrusts.
Your mouth moves to her neck, leaving another mark before travelling towards her breasts. You take a nipple into your mouth, your hips still pumping the toy into her, and lick around the sensitive flesh. Her hands grip at your back as you switch nipples, drawing the most sinful sounds out of her. Her hips move in sync with yours, trying to get as much friction as possible while you pull back from her chest and focus on moving your hips.
“You’re taking me so well,” you groan, the base of the strap on rubbing against your clit with each thrust. “Such a good girl.” You continue to snap your hips into her, your pace becoming brutal as she writhes under you, so close to coming for a second time.
“I’m so close,” she whispers against your lips before throwing her head in pleasure back when you reach another spot inside her. She whines when she feels you pull out, eyes snapping to you as you deny her.
“Turn over,” you grit out, already moving her hips so she’s lying on her stomach. She sticks her ass up in the air for you and you position yourself behind her. With one, deep thrust, you return the plastic cock back inside her, causing a loud moan to escape her. Your hands grip at her hips as you pound into her from behind, her back arching and hands clutching the sheets as she screams into the pillow in front of her. The sound of the bed hitting the wall along with her sinful sounds fill the room as you relentlessly thrust into her.
A hand comes down onto her backside, a red handprint forming at the power of your spank, causing her cry out in pleasure. She chants your name while moving her hips back onto the toy, fucking herself on it as you still hammer your hips into her.
“I’m so close,” she moans as you bring your hand down on her cheeks again. You move a hand to circle her clit making her body tense as she comes. Her whole-body shakes as she falls forwards, you pressing your body flush against her back and thrusting gently into her now as she screams into the pillow again. You let her ride out her high before attempting to pull out but stop when a hand reaches back for you. “Stay in me, please,” she tiredly whispers. You smile down at her before leaning forwards to kiss the base of her neck and back.
“I’m so proud of you,” you murmur into her hair, placing a soft, tender kiss there. “You did so well for me,” you continue to praise her as she tries to recover from her mind-shattering orgasm. Soon she asks you to pull out and you carefully do so and quickly discard the toy, making a mental reminder to clean it later.
You pull her close to your body despite how warm it was and hold her while she buries her face into your neck.
“I love you,” she mutters against your neck. “But you’re all hot and sweaty,” she teases, pulling back and laying on her side next to you.
You roll your eyes at her, looking over to see how her eyes struggle to stay open. “I love you too,” you whisper, a smile taking over her face before she drifts off to sleep.