Date: 12 July / 14 July 2016

Rated: M

Warning: Sexual content. Only my second attempt at smut.

Love Fest, day 5 / 7: Cool Me Down / Hot And Bothered

His fingers tingled on her skin, the icy touch cooling her, shivers running up her spine.

He was cold and she was hot.

His face calm, collected.

Her face flushed, flustered.

Clothes lay in piles on the floor. Dignity somewhere else as they lay on the bed together, entangled in each other.

His fingers drifted low, her eyes closing in pleasure. Fingers wound tight in sheets as he kissed her.

It was soft. It was gentle.

It was everything she knew he had.

She moaned, cold hands cupping her breast gently. Lips coaxing her, tongue asking for entrance. She gave.

She gave herself to him, fully aware of the complexity this proved.

Aware that his cool hands were the only things necessary. Necessary to cool her off.

For she was hot and bothered.

She moaned, fully aware as he cupped her womanhood. Their lips parted, a string of saliva connecting them.

She felt as he rubbed her gently.

Felt as his lips ventured her skin.

Hot and bothered. But he could most definitely change that.

Just as his tongue traced her nipples, she gasped. His finger sliding along her entrance, thumb placing with her clit, all the while he gently pulled her nub with his closed mouth.

"Does that feel good?" He panted, licking her the at the stinging he may of caused.

Lucy could only hum, placing her slim fingers onto his locks of hair, rubbing and teasing, bringing him closer.

He moaned around her chest, lids lowering, his free hand playing with the strands of her blonde hair. He than plunged his finger in, biting deep onto her, and Lucy screamed, stimulation over powering her.

It seemed the room kept heating up, temperature rising, where as Gray was cold to the touch. Ice against her skin. The space almost seemed groggy, switching from hot to cold as it wished.

Gray added another finger, rubbing at her chest, leaving butterfly kisses all over the crook of her neck. Enjoying the feel of her hands in his hair, he couldn't stop. He wanted this woman.

Wanted her wittering under him. Moaning his name at the top of her lungs. Curled up beside him.

"Gray~, mmm~!"

Just like that, he thought, making a scissor movement within her walls.

He kissed the corner of her lips, tasting sweat just as her palms tugged harder in his hair. He groaned, cradling her cheek for one more passion full kiss.

Time could of stopped for all he cared, he only wanted to cool her down at this time. Hear her. Feel her. Pleasure her. Be within her.

And as she quivered once more, he hoped she was ready. "Lucy…"

Her hands left her, hair finding it's way out of grasp. Lucy groaned, a needy look in her eyes. He smiled, reassuring her that they weren't done yet.

"I'm right here, Lucy…" He grunted, kissing the top of her forehead as he entered her for the first time.

His whole length and soul were embedded in her. As her whole being and heart was succumbed to him.