chapter 2

I'd turned the fan off; he was starting to ripen, damp under his arms and highly embarrassed, half of his body oppressed by the heat trapping mattress. He was radiating heat- between the extra pounds, the humid room, and his charged energy and libido, he'd be sticking to the sheets pretty soon. With a swift kiss on the cheek, I left him there to grab some ice from the freezer downstairs.
When I arrived back, I paused in the doorframe, hovering a bit because watching him was like eyeing a perfect snapshot of purity. Something so distilled, crystallized, unadulterated and untouched. Wise but not self-obsessed. Sexy but selfless. Big yet gentle. The piece of ice I had in my mouth melted a little faster. With one of his tees still kissing my upper body, I set the bowl of ice down on the floor, and knelt at his feet, massaging the balls of them, breathing the air from my icy mouth between his toes. I rubbed his legs with coconut oil, watching them glisten a little in the light along with his intoxicatingly porky tummy. Most of his lower body was still thin for the most part, left over from the endomorph body he accidentally left behind. I could still see his hips, and best of all, his collarbones, now highlighted by oil, contrasting the soft deposits of weight under his nipples that slid to the side, desperately trying to uncover the rib cage beneath. I balanced a piece of ice between my warm lips, and slowly dragged it down his body- starting at his neck, watching the ice suffer and try to survive against the heat of his body, and eventually giving in, liquifying as I pulled still further down, between his breasts, and finally down to his belly button, where I let the last smooth bump of ice melt in his navel. I lapped up the remaining water, loving that he was sighing in relief from the bitter cold of the ice against his soft hot body. He was still burning up. I took another, and squeezing the soft flesh of his hips, I moved the next piece of ice from the center of his meaty belly, down to the bloated lower region of his tummy, sweeping it in an arch following the natural curve of him, as he raised his knees, pushing his feet into the bed, groaning and shaking- the now useless muscles in his stomach quivering under his skin from me tickling them with the ice. He held my waist in between his thighs, and I ran my hands over them, planting a kiss on his knee before widening and parting his legs, totally exposing him as I scooted my knees under his butt, running my hands over his weak legs, over and over, gracing his pale inner thighs with my lips and tongue.
He was flushed again, and I took him in my still icy mouth, sucking him gently at first, then with more and more force until his hips started to tilt and he throbbed and ached for release.
His voice was low and soft as he begged me not to stop.
So I stopped, and playfully sunk my teeth into his slightly wobbly inner thigh, then nuzzled his belly."Maybe I have my own agenda,"
"You make me feel fatter than I really am when you do that." His voice was exhausted and hungry.
"Why do I get the sense you don't hate it as much as you lead on?"
He smirked and bit his lip.
"If you honestly don't believe I think you're the sexiest man alive at this point, then I'm not sure what I'm going to do with you," I sighed into his shoulder as I kissed it. In his ear I whispered,"You drive me absolutely insane, you know that? Want me to prove it to you? Hmmm?"
He smiled a little again, still a little unsure of himself in his vulnerable state.
I un-cuffed one hand, straddled him again, and pressed his fingers deep into the wad of wet fabric between my legs, the slinky black thong that would soon be stripped off.