Summary: Matt finds a creative way to cool Samantha down after a late night.
‘I still can’t believe you said that Matt!’ Samantha exclaimed, a frown forming on her pretty face as her boyfriend Matt Rodriguez held the door of the limo open for her.
They had just finished up at the theatre for the premiere of Samantha’s latest movie, her first main role and were on the way to the after party.
‘That poor reporter.’
‘Ahh its fine,’ he soothed, sliding in after her and shutting the door before lacing his fingers through hers. ‘He’ll get over it. It wasn’t that bad.’
‘God I hope not. Coz he’s gonna think I’m a real ice queen after that,’ she retorted as she adjusted the skirt of the designer gown she was wearing, her words giving Matt a devilishly wicked idea.
He’d been on edge after watching his sexy girlfriend in the steamy love scene onscreen and hadn’t been able to stop his hand from crawling up the slit in her dress. He’d wanted nothing more than to take her right there and then but they couldn’t possibly risk anything while they were in a theatre full of their friends and colleagues. Matt was barely able to restrain himself as Samantha smirked at him as the scene went on, and she had leaned before whispering,
‘Anticipation makes the climax better.’
Her words had made him swear lowly before getting shushed by two old ladies who were captivated by the movie. In his haste to get her alone after the film ended, he’d rudely interrupted Samantha’s post movie interview with one of the reporters, cutting off her answer with a quick word before he pulled her away.
Leaning until his lips were right near her ear, Matt now ran a large hand down her arm sensually, making her gasp at the contact. He lowered his voice to a husky drawl that he knew turned her on.
‘I didn’t know that annoyed you so much, baby. If you want I can make it up to you?’
Samantha’s breath hitched at his suggestion. She’d felt his hand gripping her thigh earlier grazing dangerously close to her nether region as they watched the love scene along with the audience in the dark theatre. This show of arousal now spurred on her own then as it did in the theatre. Her voice was slightly breathy when she spoke.
‘Oh yeah? How exactly do you plan to do that?’
Matt could almost feel his eyes darken at her question and was pleased to see the effect it had on Samantha as she drew her lower lip between her teeth, biting gently – her telltale sign that she was getting aroused. He scooted closer to her and her hands began to wander across the front go his shirt almost immediately. Never taking his eyes off her, Matt then addressed the driver.
‘Philip there’s been a change of plans. Miss Evans and I will be going back to my house. As quick as you can please.’
Samantha’s blue eyes looked almost black in the dim light as she grabbed the lapels of his tux jacket, pulling him in for a searing kiss. His mouth moved against her and his hands roved her body, pulling and tugging at her dress as she moaned. Her fingers immediately went to his hair, messing up the perfectly coiffed style but Matt couldn’t care less. Their make out session was brought to a close as the limo rolled up the driveway to his house and he broke the kiss to open the door.
As they walked up the driveway, Samantha scrambled to fix her unruly curls and smeared makeup, blushing as they passed security. Matt, on the other hand, didn’t bother to wipe the lipstick off his face as he nodded to his guards, pulling his girlfriend into the house.
The door had scarcely closed when Samantha jumped into his arms, crashing her lips on her and his hands immediately came up under her legs as he carried her into the master bedroom. Kicking the door shut, he put her back on the floor and kissed her hard once more before turning her around abruptly, her back to his chest.
‘God Sam, you have no idea of all the things I wanted to do to you,’ Matt growled into her neck as his fingers pulled the zipper of her dress downwards. He sucked gently on the sweet spot behind her ears, making her gasp as he pulled the material off her. His fingers brushed appreciatively against the black lace set she wore and she turned to give him a coy smile.
‘Like what you see?’
‘Mmm, I’ll like it better when it’s on the floor,’ he replied and she rolled her eyes at the overused line.
‘You’re way too covered up,’ Samantha observed, tugging off his jacket and looking directly into his eyes she yanked his shirt open, buttons scattering all over the floor.
Matt swore under his breath, feeling heat rising in his lower half as she crashed her lips on his. Without breaking contact, he gently guided her to the bed, blindfolding her with the silk tie that purposely hung from their bedpost for that very reason. Samantha quivered visibly as he secured the knot behind her head, he felt
‘I’ll be right back baby,’ Matt assured her before dashing to the kitchen.
Opening the freezer, his hands closed around the intended object before heading back in the direction of the bedroom. Pausing in the doorway, he watched as his blindfolded girlfriend touch herself, soft moans escaping her pretty lips.
‘Started without me?’ He smirked but Samantha couldn’t see it. She pulled her hands from her body in surprise but he stopped her with a quick reply.
‘No baby keep going. I want to to be nice and ready for me.’ As her hand dipped back into her panties, he set the bowl of ice down on the side drawer with an audible thump and her breath faltered as the ice cubes clinked together.
‘God, you’re killing me with the suspense Matt,’ she groaned.
He chuckled darkly. ‘Sit back, and enjoy baby. You’ll be screaming yes by the time I’m done with you.’
Standing above her, he took an ice cube in his hand, warming it in his palm until it had melted a little and positioned it over her breasts. As her lack of vision only heightened her other senses, Samantha gasped as the cold water hit her skin which pimpled with goosebumps. Matt immediately moved the frozen square to her lips, tracing the outline as her tongue emerged to lap at it. He let her suckle on it until it has dissolved and she licked at his cold fingers playfully before he grabbed another ice cube.
At his instruction, Samantha readily undid her bra, flinging it across the room and he slid the ice cube up and down her neck, watching as the melted water collected in the hollow of her throat which vibrated as she moaned. Matt gradually slid it down to her boobs, watching the nipples harden, his own arousal building as he listening to her whimper and gasp as the cold made them stand erect for him. Latching his mouth onto one, he circled the ice cube around the other and the interplay of cold and warm caused Samantha’s body to writhe even more seductively, the chills created causing her to moan louder and more often.
Grabbing another ice cube, he dragged it along the valley between her boobs, down across her skin, pausing to let the cold ice melt into her navel before he reached the hem of her panties.
‘Matt!’ She whined, growing more desperate as he teased his way along the hem. In a swift motion, he jerked them off her body which lurched at the action. Matt spent a few moments sliding the ice cube across her inner thighs but aware of his girlfriend’s impatient nature finally sliding the cube down her sex, teasing her clit with it until it melted.He watched Samantha arch her head on the pillow as he slid another piece of ice all over the skin of her folds, in an agonisingly slow motion.
‘Maaatt. I need you to touch me now!’ He voice was so insistent, pitch raised high with desire but he couldn’t help
‘My mouth? Or my fingers?’
‘Ugh… I don’t care… I want both,’ she whined, need thick in her voice. ‘I just… need you now!’
‘Someone’s greedy tonight..’ Matt chuckled but obliged anyways. His warm hand cup the outer lips, rubbing slightly to creating friction and warming me a little bit. He finally dipped two digits into her and she swore loudly, the sharp contrast in temperatures, freezing cold to warm hands and warm skin of his fingers. He blew a hot breath onto her sex, sliding the ice cube around with his tongue now that his fingers were occupied.
‘Fuck Matt, you’re such a fucking tease,’ she groaned, grabbing his hair as she bucked her hips. Samantha didn’t swear often so hearing the profanities coming from her was a real privilege and Matt paused momentarily from his ministrations.
‘If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?’
She opened her mouth to speak but Matt picked that precise moment to slide the melting ice cube inside her and she cried out in pleasure, trying to squirm away but Matt held her fast, trapping it in her as he lapped vigorously at her core. His fingers calloused from countless hours playing the cello sawed into her vigorously determined to bring her over the edge. Samantha bucked her hips in unison with his actions, bringing herself closer to the edge. She was moaning constantly and eventually gasped out.
‘Oh fuck Matt… I’m gonna… c-‘
‘Cum for me baby.’
Needing no further encouragement, Samantha cried out, body arching, muscles clenching tightly around his fingers and tongue. Matt could see the muscles in her neck contract, the beads of sweat on her forehead rolling down as her orgasm wrecked her, long and intense, her back arching up as she screamed his name with such a force that he could have come right there and then even though she hadn’t touched him yet at this point.
‘How was that my love?’ Matt asked, coming to lie beside her. He undid the blindfold and gently brushed a sweat soaked curl out of her face as she fought to catch her breath. He chuckled darkly as Samantha remained speechless for a few more moments and he made to get up when her hand gripped around his forearm like a vice. She yanked him to her, flipping them over so she was on top.
‘Oh no you don’t Rodriguez,’ Samantha drawled as she hovered over him, the remaining drops of water dripping off her body onto his. ‘You’re not going anywhere after that little show. It’s your turn now baby…’