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“Trust me.” Santiago’s voice is warm and soothing as his breath ghosts the shell of your ear while he ties the blindfold snugly at the back of your head.
Splayed out naked atop the silk sheets of your bed, you blink against the inky black darkness of the cloth obscuring your vision, and you strain your ears in an attempt to follow the sound of his fading footsteps. When he returns, the right side of the bed dips slightly under his weight, and you turn your head in his direction expectantly.
“So, are you going to tell me what your secret plan is yet?” you ask.
He’s been incredibly vague about the whole thing since this morning—the only thing he said was that he wanted to make you feel good tonight.
Santi doesn’t answer you, and the room is oddly silent for a few moments. Overcome with impatience, you reach up with intentions of taking a quick look out from under the blindfold, but you gasp instead as you feel a cold sensation pressed against your inner thigh.
“Santi!” you shudder as the feeling drags upward, leaving a freezing cold trail in its wake.
At the feeling of teeth nipping at your skin, you realize that’s his mouth.
Oh.
Santiago clocks the exact second that you surmise what exactly he’s doing, and you can feel him smirk against your leg as you relax your head heavily back down against the pillow.
His lips make their way over your hip bone, across your bellybutton, and then he pulls away. You hear a sucking noise, followed by a clink—he must have ice in a glass.
Though you’ve caught on to what he’s doing, you still aren’t expecting the sensation of his freezing cold mouth latching onto your breasts. Clasping the sheets beneath you like your life depends on it, your toes begin to curl as he sucks at your peaked nipples.
He kisses his way across your collarbone to your neck, igniting goosebumps across your flesh as his cold lips suck at the tender spot just below your earlobe. His lips are wet and slick when he slots them against yours, licking away all of the warmth inside of your mouth and replacing it with a frosted edge.
Suddenly, there’s a cold, biting feeling sliding across your breasts. Santi twirls the ice cube in his fingers, circling your achingly hard nipples with it. It’s a delicious sting, and you whine into Santiago’s mouth as you arch your back up off of the bed in response.
“Do you want more?” he asks against your lips, trailing the ice cube down your stomach.
“Please,” you pant out.
Leaving you with a chaste kiss, Santi slides down the bed, and a jolt of excitement shoots through you when he spreads your legs and settles down between your thighs.
“Tell me if it’s too much.”
You nod.
But nothing could have prepared you for the feeling of his frigid mouth pressing a kiss to your mound. A shiver shoots down your spine, and Santi’s hands curl around your hips as he begins to gently mouth at your folds.
“More,” you whine.
You can hear the amused rumble in Santi’s chest as he reaches down to press a chilled finger to your slit, running it through the slick pool of juices steadily dripping out of you.
“Are you sure you can take it?” he asks, and you can hear as he begins to suck on another piece of ice.
Dizzy with arousal, you buck your hips up toward him slightly as you plead, “Please, Santi.”
Idly sliding an ice cube up the inside of your thigh, he murmurs, “Good girl.”
Your mind turns to static once Santiago’s freezing cold tongue begins lapping at your cunt, and a strangled noise punches out of you when he slips it into your entrance. As he licks his way inside of your tight channel, it’s all you can do not to start outright crying in pleasure at the borderline painful feeling of his frigid mouth exploring the depths of your hot core.
“Feels so fucking good, Santi,” you whimper, rolling your hips into his touch.
He pauses, seemingly to get another ice cube. And as badly as you wish you could see him right now, the sensations are only heightened with your vision shrouded in darkness.
When his mouth returns to your mound, his lips begin to suck at your swollen clit, and you tightly grasp his hair as you cry out. Meanwhile, he slips two ice cold fingers into your pussy, pumping them in and out of you.
“Can you come for me, baby?” Santi asks as his tongue swirls around your clit.
And when he slides his other hand beneath you to probe at the entrance to your other tight, puckered hole with an ice cube, you do. Your whole body trembles in pleasure as your climax rocks through you, and a gush of fluid floods out of your cunt, squirting all over Santiago’s hand and face.
“Fuck, that was hot,” he groans, and you can hear the sound of his palm scraping against the denim of his jeans as he roughly palms his throbbing erection.
“Cold, you mean,” you say with a giggle, lifting up the corner of the blindfold.