Night — Ice
Melissa forced Ice into a sexy dress. Too short. Too daring.
— You're stunning, she said. You hide behind your uniform, but look at you.
Ice looked in the mirror.
— I thought I'd save myself for the man I loved…
Today, I don't even know my purpose.
— You're here to live, Ice. And tonight, you live.
The club was packed. The music vibrated through her body. Ice sat, began drinking. One drink. Then another.
Melissa was quickly approached and drifted away.
Ice looked up.
And the world stopped.
He was there.
Tall. Powerful. Broad-shouldered. A rugged, incredibly attractive face.
She couldn't look away.
The man noticed her gaze. Smiled.
He approached.
— Hi, beautiful. I'm Bern.
— Ice, she replied softly.
— Are you alone?
— No… my friend is over there.
— I see.
You're dangerously beautiful.
She gave a faint smile.
They drank. Talked. Laughed.
Ice drank too much.
But for the first time in hours, she didn't think about Teddy.
She suddenly stood.
— Let's go.
— Go where? Bern asked, surprised. You've had a lot to drink…
— To the beach. Please.
He hesitated, then nodded.
In the car, Ice stared silently out the window.
— Are you okay? he asked softly.
— Yes… fine.
She lied.
Arriving at the beach, she ran into the water.
Bern followed.
The water was cold. They laughed, chased each other, getting soaked. Their laughter mingled with the sound of the waves.
Then silence.
Their bodies drew closer.
Breathless.
Eyes burning.
Bern gently placed his hands on her face.
And their lips met.
She leans forward, her smile widening.
They draw closer, their bodies pressed together... breaths short, hearts pounding...
"Their lips find each other... and they kiss, deeply, languorously... as if seeking to drown in one another..."
*She exhales softly, her heart begins to beat a little faster.*
"Their hands, exploring each other's curves... slide beneath wet clothes, over delicate, salty skin..."
*Her smile becomes sensual, intoxicating.*
"They are drawn even closer, intoxicated by each other's warmth, by the rising excitement between them..."
The sea dances around them, waves caressing their hips as they draw closer—no words are needed. Their eyes lock, charged with the electric tension that has burned for too long.
She laughs when he splashes her, but it's a feigned innocence. She knows what she's doing as she throws her head back—her throat offered to the moon, her breasts taut beneath the wet fabric that now hides nothing. He sees her. He wants her. And he moves forward. An arm around her waist, both rough and tender. He pulls her against him—their bodies pressed together from torso to thigh. The water ripples between them as if it, too, is holding its breath.
And then… not a word.
Their mouths meet in a feverish embrace: tongue against tongue, teeth on swollen lips. A moan escapes her as his fingers grip her buttocks through the thin fabric of her dress
—she arches her back toward him without any shame.
He groans against her mouth:
"You want it?"
She replies, biting her lower lip:
"Touch me again…"
Her hands descend slowly beneath the water—discreet but sure—brushing against every quivering muscle until… oh yes…
*He feels.*
Damn... she's already soaked for him.* She moans into his kiss as he begins to rub slowly over the damp fabric—circular, insistent—until she sways her hips as if she's searching for more than fingers... simply searching for *him* entirely.
The world disappears.
No more beach.
No more horizon.
Just their mingled breaths and that heat between them that becomes pure madness…
Want to know if they resist?
No.
They couldn't resist at all. Bern entered her, driving her wild; it was the first time she'd ever felt anything like it, even with her... She rode him, forgetting all her problems. His cock was not only big but also incredibly good; she loved the sensation. And Bern had never felt anything like it with any other girl. They came together, collapsing from exhaustion on the beach; it was incredible. Crazy.
The sea breeze blew gently, carrying the fine sand and the whisper of the waves. Bern and Ice lay side by side on the beach, their bodies still warm, their breaths ragged.
Ice rested her head on Bern's shoulder, her fingers lightly brushing his hand. There were no promises, no deep feelings at this moment. Just the warmth after desire, the thrill after pleasure.
— Well… murmured Bern, his voice husky. — That was worth it, wasn't it?
Ice gave a tired smile, amused and a little embarrassed at the same time.
— Yes… it was intense, she replied softly. But don't get any ideas, she added as she sat up slightly. This is… nothing more than a moment.
Bern raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips, understanding her message perfectly.
— I'm not expecting anything else, Ice. Simply… it was a good moment.
They stayed there for a while, watching the sea and listening to the sound of the waves. Their bodies were still close out of habit, but their minds were already detached from each other. The alcohol, the tension, and the desire had created this instant, but neither of them would take it for anything more.
Ice was the first to get up, shaking the sand from her hair.
— Well… I should go, she said with a small nervous laugh.
— As you wish, Bern replied. It was enjoyable, that's all.
She threw one last glance over her shoulder, a sly smile on her lips, and then walked away into the night, leaving Bern alone on the sand, eyes fixed on the sea.
Silence fell. The beach was calm. And each of them caught their breath, aware that this moment would remain just a burning memory, nothing more.