I was so out of it that I didn't even know where I was at that point. The only thing that mattered was that the hand around my neck felt cool and refreshing. I felt a sudden urge to press myself against him to cool myself down. That was a unique quality that men had that aroused my passions.
As he lowered me onto the bed, I felt that something was off but could do nothing about it as I felt so weak that I was unable to move an inch. A pair of large hands began massaging my cheeks and body. It felt divine as I moan in satisfaction and begged for more. I edged myself closer to the man with the icy cool body before me, wanting nothing more than to snuggle up against it.
“I'm feeling so hot...” I murmured.
“Oh my, that really turned me on. I didn't think you had it in you, Yvonne. You usually look so innocent. And it's really sexy how you wriggle around like a little snake when you're aroused.”
The voice was familiar but at the moment I can't quite place where I've heard it before, but it wasn't important. The only thing that mattered at that moment was to bring my body temperature down. Instinctively, I burrowed myself in the coolness of his embrace.
“There's no need to rush. I will have you begging for mercy soon.” The man's voice dripped with malice. His calloused hand stroked my body and it tingled pleasantly. His touch felt magical as they glided over my silky skin. Trembling in anticipation, I threw back my head to let out a primal noise deep in my throat.