Mid Life Love (Mid Life Love #1)(87)

“Lay on your stomach,” he said as he walked back over to me.

I rolled over, still trembling, and felt warm oil being poured onto my back. I exhaled as his palms spread it up and down my spine, as he spread it all over me.

Pressing his fingertips into my sides, he caressed me with a “back and forth” motion—over and over. Every now and then, he would leave a wet kiss against my skin, and he would follow up with another deep press of his hands.

“Does this relax you?” He kneaded the back of my thighs.

“Umm hmmm....”

“Are you still nervous?” He moved down to my calves, then to my ankles.

I didn’t answer the question. I was getting lost in the incredible sensations he was giving me.

He flipped me over and began applying pressure to my feet—using his thumbs to rub my heels.

“What does this cursive July 16th stand for?” he asked.

“The date of—” I gasped as he kissed my instep. “The date of my divorce.”

He laughed. “And the white and red flags tattooed on your ankle? Just your fascination with flags?”

“Yes...”

“Okay.” He let go of my foot and began massaging his way back up my body—using the same sensual motions against the front of my thighs and my stomach, spending extra time to caress my br**sts.

He smiled at me and left the bed again, putting the bottle away in the closet. Then he disappeared.

Minutes later, he came back into the room with a glass of ice and set it on the night stand.

I was tempted to ask what the ice was for, but he gave me a look that said, “I dare you.” I bit down on my bottom lip and watched as he grabbed a pillow from the other side of the bed, as he propped it underneath me.

Straddling me, he reached over and plucked an ice cube from the glass. “Let’s make sure you’re as relaxed as possible.” He rolled it between his fingertips, letting the cold droplets drip onto my chest.

Then he placed the cube onto my neck, slowly trailing it between my br**sts—circling it around both of my hardening ni**les.

“Ahhh...” I groaned as he took one of them into his mouth, sucking on it as he continued to tease the other one with ice. “Jonathan...”

“Shhh.” He switched positions and I shut my eyes, trying to stay as still as possible.

The next thing I felt was another ice cube, a larger one, drifting down past my br**sts, and into my navel.

My stomach started to quiver again—not as intensely as it was before, but noticeable enough for Jonathan to hold me still and laugh.

“Relax, Claire.” He leaned over me and grabbed another cube. “I’m going to make you feel really good...” He placed the cube into his mouth and kissed the inside of my thighs, alternating between using his warm tongue and the cold ice.

The kisses started moving closer and closer, and then he slipped a finger inside of me, groaning at how wet I was.

He looked up at me one more time, and then he put his head down, gently brushing his tongue against my clit.

I gasped and sat up, bringing my knees up to my chest. “Wait.”

“For?”

“I can’t...I’m not...Can we just have traditional sex?”

“No.” He rose up and glared at me, but I could tell he was slightly amused.

“I know this seems crazy because I’m not a virgin but...I told you this has never been done to me before...I didn’t honestly expect you to—”

“Claire...”

“I’m sure you would make it amazing. Actually, I know that you would, but—”

“Claire...”

“Yes?”

“Lay back down...”

I blinked. I couldn’t move.

“You’re going to make me ask you again?” He raised his eyebrow.

I blinked twice.

He shook his head and smiled. “Okay, Claire.” He walked over to where I was curled up on the bed and picked me up, tossing me over his shoulder.

He grabbed that cup of ice, and then he placed me at the edge of the bed. He lay me down against the mattress and untied the sash from his robe. Before I could figure out what he was doing, he spread my legs and tied my right one to the bed’s post. Then he reached inside his robe’s pocket and pulled out his tie, using it to hold down my left one.

I tugged at my legs, seeing if my movement would topple the posts, but it didn’t; they didn’t even rock.

“I should’ve known you would be difficult about this.” He kneeled between my legs with his cup of ice. “Do I need to tie your hands too?’

I shook my head.

“If you try to make me stop, I will tie them. Understand?”

“Yes...”

“Good.” He placed an ice cube in his mouth and leaned forward, pressing it against my lower stomach, moving it down lower and lower.

I moaned as two of his fingers plunged deep, and then I felt his tongue pressing the cube inside of me.

I gasped at the coldness, trying to squeeze my legs shut, but they wouldn’t move.

“Jonathan...” My voice was airy, strained. “Jonathan, stop...”

He kept pushing the ice in and out of me, flicking his tongue against my lips as he did it, rendering me completely helpless.

“Oh—Oh my god...” I could feel it melting, could feel his tongue lapping up the drops. “Stop...”