"Ice cubes? Mmm… sounds delicious. Let's rent a little villa with a pool."
They found one quickly—a modest house on the edge of the city, hidden behind tall hedges, with a private pool that shimmered under the eternal glow of two suns. By evening they were there. The water was cool but not icy, the air warm with a light breeze that kissed their skin. Sophie felt a tremor of anticipation. David brought ice from the freezer, put on music.
On the terrace, Sophie settled into a lounge chair, wearing only a light sundress buttoned down the front. David sat across from her, motionless, his eyes blazing. His gaze alone sent shivers racing across her skin, nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric in pure anticipation.
She picked up the first cube, cold biting into her fingers, and pressed it to her neck. The ice slid down slowly, leaving wet trails across her collarbones, dripping onto her chest. The chill made her gasp, sharp and startling, but beneath it spread a wave of heat. She unbuttoned the top of her dress, baring one shoulder, and dragged the ice over her nipple through the fabric. It stiffened instantly, sparks of pleasure shooting through her body, pulling a soft gasp from her lips.
David's breathing grew ragged. He unzipped his pants, wrapped his fist around his erection, stroking slowly, eyes never leaving her. The sight of her—wet, trembling, sundress loosening around her—was almost too much, but he held back, as promised.
Sophie took another cube, unbuttoning more, revealing her thighs. She ran the ice along the sensitive skin inside, and her body shuddered violently. Her core tightened in sweet torment. She spread her legs, pressing the ice against her clit through the thin fabric, the cold shocking, the heat inside swelling, pulsing.
David tipped his head back, stroking faster, then slowing, fighting to keep control. His calves and thighs trembled.
Sophie's moans grew louder. She pressed cube after cube against her breasts, her thighs, her lips, the fabric of her dress clinging wet to her skin. Buttons fell open one by one until the sundress gaped fully, baring her glowing body. Her skin shimmered in the light, slick with melted ice, hips arching high off the chair.
Finally, she slid a cube inside herself. Cold exploded within—sharp, shocking, overwhelming. Her back arched in a bow, one hand squeezing her nipple furiously. She bit her lip to hold back a scream, her whole body convulsing as the ice melted inside.
Gathering strength, she rose, knelt before him, pressing her bare chest against his rigid length. She rubbed her nipples along the swollen tip, kissing his stomach, his chest, his throat, her eyes fever-bright.
He groaned, fingers tangling in her hair.
Then, grasping his hand, she led him to the pool. He followed, dazed, hypnotized by the sway of her hips.
The cool water jolted them both, sobering and arousing at once. He lifted her into his arms and slid into her under the water. She clung to him, legs wrapped tight, her body trembling with echoes of ice and fire.
Her voice, breathless, desperate, whispered his name again and again. His thrusts grew deeper, faster, water splashing against the pool walls. Her breasts bounced above the surface, teasing his face with every rise and fall. He pressed her harder against the stone, lost to rhythm, to heat, to her voice—Dave, Dave, Dave…
Cold shot through her spine, into her limbs, her toes curling tight. Her eyes rolled back, vision blotting out, every nerve surrendered to raw sensation.
They climaxed together—just as the world itself shifted.
A sudden wind rose, fierce, howling. Darkness swallowed the suns. Their bodies were lifted, hurled by an invisible storm.
The next instant, they crashed onto cold concrete. Gasping, trembling, they found themselves sprawled on the rooftop of a skyscraper in a vast, glittering city.
Above them stretched a sky they hadn't seen in so long—black, endless, scattered with stars.
For a long moment, neither moved. Fear and awe mingled with exhaustion. Their legs still shook too much to stand. So they lay there on the rooftop, skin pressed to stone, staring upward.
And the stars, millions of them, burned with impossible brilliance.