After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, Elena jumped as he first pressed it to the skin right below her collarbone. He dragged the ice cube slowly, slowly over the curve of her breast. It circled dangerously around the bulls-eye, making her quiver with anticipation. Finally, Damon gently rested it on her nipple. It immediately pebbled, raising the cube and leaving a watery trail behind as it melted.
"Damon," she gasped at the sensation, but he just covered her lips with a finger. She desperately wanted to see him, see how he looked as he tortured her so deliciously slowly, see if his tongue came out to swipe at his bottom lip, see if he had an ever growing bulge in his pants from having her right where he wanted her. His hands held her wrists down, loosely but authoritatively, prevented her from ripping the blindfold off (made from his tie) so she could see everything she wanted and more. She knew if she really wanted to, she could wretch her arms free and he wouldn't stop her, but that would ruin all of the fun.
The cube made its way down her torso, making her stomach tense and twitch as the cold sensation seeped deep into her skin. He kept pulling it lower and lower until she held a baited breath. He didn't stop; it ran further down to her most sensitive spot. She couldn't contain the gasp and jerk of her lower body as he made it do laps around her clit, never touching but close enough for the temperature difference to mess with her. He continued this a few times until suddenly he sucked everything into his mouth, her bundle of nerves included.
She tightly clutched his hair in her hands while he ran his tongue smoothly over her. Part of it was cold from the ice still in his mouth while the other part was warm as usual. The difference made moans fall out of her mouth and her legs wrapped around his shoulders. He curled his hands around her outer thighs, keeping her to him as if it would kill him if she pulled away. She knew this was his favorite part, making her fall apart with nothing more than his talented tongue. Even if they did nothing else for the rest of the night, he would still be satisfied because it would be his name coming out of her lips.
Speaking of, she couldn't stop chanting his name as if she was trying to summon a god down to earth. The more she tried to hold it in, the louder it would come out and the harder he would press on her clit. But every time she could practically taste her orgasm, he would pull away, change his rhythm and pressure, do anything to frustrate her beyond relief. It was torture; sweet, sweet torture, but torture nonetheless.
After one too many orgasms missed, Elena gripped his hair forcefully and pressed his face into her. He would have no option but to finish her off now. He knew when she got this demanding, this frustrated, that she was precariously close to losing control and he loved it.
Ice cube long gone, Damon went to town on her. He pulled out all his tricks, all the flicks, twirls, and sucking that he knew really got her going, even after all this time. Her hips grinded against his face, creating even more friction and making her toes curl. He could barely hear anything with the way her thighs tightly squeezed around his ears, muffling everything in the room, but even a deaf man could hear the way Elena was moaning like a woman possessed.
"Yes! Yes! Right there!" Her voice was hoarse as her heartbeat jumped up into her throat, the anticipation of the end almost too much. This prompted him to pull out his last trick – three flicks followed by a strong suck – to ensure she would fall over the edge.
And over the edge did she fall. Her body tensed, rising up off the bed while pressing her even harder against Damon's mouth. Her lips were parted in a silent scream as pleasure rolled through her body in waves. Eventually she sunk back down, decompressing and desperately trying to catch her breath.
She felt Damon move away but didn't have the energy to take off the blindfold to see where he went. Then she felt his weight dipping the bed until he was hovering above her. He swiped the blindfold off and she opened her eyes lazily. He was gazing down at her, his eyes deep and stormy with lust and desire. She could feel his hardness against her thigh. But he did nothing for that.
"So," he finally said, breaking his silence from the past half hour. "Was I right? Ice cubes are sexy."
Elena laughed. Of course this is what he was thinking about the entire time. "You're right, Damon," she whispered, making him give his famous smirk. "Maybe we should get a bucket full of them. You haven't explored my whole body yet like you said you would."
He was gone before she could finish the sentence.