The Snow Queen Gets Lonely - Sex Stories

The Snow Queen Gets Lonely

... the feeling of smooth skin under her fingertips.

Freya was slender but not delicate—her body had been honed by the harsh mountain lifestyle over the past months. Sloping shoulders gave way to a narrow waist before flaring out into shapely hips. Her stomach was taut and flat, with just a hint of feminine softness. Her backside was a sight to behold, round and firm from climbing the icy slopes surrounding her castle. The skin was creamy white and flawless, with dimples at the base of her spine.

She arched her back slightly, feeling the cool air caress her most intimate places. Despite the cold, warmth bloomed in her core at the vulnerability of her nakedness.

Freya glanced tentatively over her shoulder at the statue, fingers absentmindedly stroking her neatly plaited hair as her sapphire eyes met his captivating gaze.. A silent understanding passed between them, a wordless contract, bonded by desire.

Drawn by an invisible thread, Freya took a step back, her heart pounding in her chest as she felt the cool air between her and the ice man narrow. When his frozen appendage made contact with the skin of her backside, she let out a slight gasp, the icy touch sending a shockwave through her. Despite the cold, a warmth began to pool between her legs, spreading through the rest of her body.

Freya bit down on her soft lip as she prepared to surrender herself to him. Her heart pounded in her chest like a war drum, its rhythm echoing in her ears as she slowly moved into ...

... position. She could feel the smooth, cold tip of him poised at her entrance, sending anticipatory shivers through her body. She reached back with her hand, her fingers wrapping around the ice-cold length of him and with a deep breath slowly guided him inside her. Her breath hitched as the frozen tip of his erection grazed her inner lips, a gasp escaping her lungs at the icy touch. It was like the sting of a snowflake landing on warm skin, biting yet oddly stimulating

Her body trembled, both from nerves and excitement, as inch by inch she impaled herself upon him, his thick frozen hardness parting her already wet folds. The chill of his icy flesh against her molten core was electrifying, stealing the breath from her lungs even as it stoked the fires building within.

Deeper and deeper she took him, reveling in the delicious stretch and intrusion from his icy manhood. Her breath came faster now as her body adjusted to his cold girth. She could feel every frigid vein and ridge as she enveloped more of him, his sculpted length gliding along her silken inner walls.

Finally, with a breathy gasp, her hips met his. She was fully speared on her creation, joined together in the most intimate of ways. She placed her hands on her bare thighs and for a moment she just stayed there, eyes closed and body thrumming from the sensation.

Then slowly, tentatively, she began to move.

She took her time, savoring the slick friction and delicious drag of him against her tight channel. ...