I step in close and put my hands gently on her hips and lean in. "Claire."
"Yes?"
"I want to eat your hot, sweet, wet, delicious, face-hugging pussy right fucking now!"
"Really? How much?"
"All of it!"
"No; how much do you want it?"
"Enough to beg. You want me to beg?"
"Hmm. Tempting, but not really. No."
"Then get your hot ass in that sauna!"
She pushes off from the tub and gives me a mocking salute. "Yes, Sir!" As she turns to go, I land a solid, hard slap full on her ass so resounding that my hand stings all the way up to my elbow.
"Oooh! Her step stutters and she wriggles, shocked with pleasure. "Wow! That was a
good
one!" She wriggles her ass at me as she bends over the pool cabinet to grab some towels. I take the cue and step in, landing a matching swat on the other cheek with my off hand.
It lands solid and she gasps, wobbles a little on suddenly unsteady legs, then rights herself and prances towards the sauna. I hook the insulated ice bucket off the bar and hide it behind me, but she never looks back before disappearing into the cabinet.
I grab a couple water bottles out of the fridge and follow. Inside, Claire is bent over, spreading towels across the benches. I quietly put the ice bucket down in the shadow of the stone heater. When she turns around, I'm holding up a sweaty bottle of ice-cold water in each hand to distract her.
"Oh! You're so thoughtful," she beams, taking one from me and making a show of opening it and taking a long, thirsty chug. Then she sets it on the bench and makes a show of settling her bum on the towel-covered seat. Languidly, she leans back, sprawling against the upper tier behind, then spreads first one leg, then the other wide enough to plant one foot comfortably on each side bench. On the floor between her legs is a thick, broad folded towel. She's thought about this.
"Now look who's thoughtful," I smile with a flick of my eyes towards the towel.
"Self interest," she says, dismissively, "the more comfortable you are, the longer you can stay down there."
"You think that I wouldn't bear a whole lot of discomfort for the chance to eat your hot cuntbox," I challenge.
"No, just saying," she says with just a hint that she's taken a bit aback by my mock defensiveness.
"We'll see who says 'uncle' first," I say, dropping to my knees between her spread legs and tracing one fingertip feather-light up the inside of one sweaty thigh.
"Bring it!" She barks the challenge with a laugh.
I slide my hand up her thigh, over her hip and run my thumb lightly across her tufted mound, inches from her clit. With the other, I lightly drag the sweaty side of the ice-cold water bottle up the inside of her other sweaty thigh. She stifles a groan and I stifle a self-congratulatory chuckle.
Claire tosses her head back and ever so slightly wags her hips towards me, enticing my mouth as her scent wafts more thickly into my face in the dense sauna air. Quietly, I reach behind me and reposition the ice bucket between my knees. I lean in and feather my tongue slowly up one side of her thick hood and down the other. I can sense she's holding back. She wants to smash herself against my mouth but she's playing cool.
I continue to tease the shaft of her clit through its hood and slide one hand over her mons. I spread my thumb down to just above the apex of her hood and tug up, hastening the emergence of her swelling clit. I tease my tongue underneath the ridge of her hood and across the top of the glans of her clit. She controls her breathing and manages to say, "Mmm, that's nice," almost casually. But I hear the hum inside her. That's my tune.
With my other hand I reach down and quietly slide my fingers under the lid of the bucket. There's still plenty of ice in there, though lots more water than just a little while ago. I quietly pick up two round pieces of ice and slide my hand quietly out. A low moan from Claire as I suck on the thick marble of her bud covers my exit.
I slide my thumb down and gain a better purchase on her hood. I tug on it and suck on her clit, slathering the smooth, throbbing glans with my tongue. She sighs and favors me with a long, low moan of pleasure.
I pull my lips back far enough to slide one of the ice cubes into my mouth. I palm the other one and tease my fingertips between her gooey-wet inner lips. My lips wrap back around her clit and I tease it with the tip of my tongue. My fingers slide back in her slick seam until the tips find her entrance. I rub around its rim and back along her taint and feel ice water dripping down my fingers. Not long now.
I pull my tongue into my mouth and nibble at her clit with just my lips while I cool my tongue on the ice cube. I roll the other ice cube in my palm and let a good trickle of ice water roll down my fingers onto the smooth, firm skin of her perineum. She sucks in a sharp breath as the chill hits her, then lets out a sharp "OH!" as I run the ice-chilled flat of my tongue across the hot bud of her clit.
"Oh, you fucker! No... huh! No fair!" But she's bucking her hips slightly, suddenly more urgent, but still restrained.
I take my hand from her sex and reach down. I flip the lid of the ice bucket so she can hear it and reach in and stir the ice loudly as I search out two fresh cylinders of ice.
"Oh-no-no-no-no you fucking fuck," she pants.
I explore the folds of her inner lips with my cooled tongue and she sighs appreciatively as I do. I take a piece of ice in each hand and set one fist on each of her thighs so that the melt trickles onto her skin. I massage her thighs, my fists slickened by the sheen of sweat that the sauna has expressed.
"That's actually pretty nice," she admits, "a little spritz in the heat. Mmmm! And a cunning tongue in the meat. Lick me, Baby! Lick my buttery cunt!"
"Mmmng " I reply as I swab her folds and clit with the flat of my tongue. I slide my fists over her hips, to trickle cool water over her tummy and flanks as I explore her sex with my lips and tongue.
I slide my fists up her flanks and under her boobs and she warns, "No. Don't you dare!" But I merely drizzle some ice melt across her steamy, sweaty tits and nipples and she sighs, "Ahh! That's nice."
I slide my hands down the smooth swell of her tummy and plant one nearly depleted bit of ice in her navel.
"Ooh! That tickles," she giggles but I smear my tongue into her, changing her distracted giggle into an engaged sigh.
I slip the other ice stub into my mouth and chew it as I nuzzle her lips. When I resume slathering her sex with my freshly chilled tongue, she gasps and thrusts herself at me.
"Fuck, yeah! Eat me baby! You're gonna make me cum with that hot cuntmouth of yours!"
Music. I reward her with a renewed oral assault on her clit and two fingers briskly sliding into her, scraping fingertips up her stretchy, slick front wall. She groans eloquently and I tune my efforts to her noises, working up a steady rhythm of licking and fingerbanging, then modulating it to keep her breaths growing shorter, her moans trending to deeper tones.
