~meulin~

“Darling, are you ready?” Siebren asks gently, caressing your cheek with a soft smile. At your nod, he gently pushes you back down. “Do you know what happens when we’re cold?”

At his words, your eyebrows furrow a little as you shake your head, unsure where he’s going with this. He’s undeterred as he lifts your shirt, revealing the lace bra you’d put on to tease him. He groans under his breath, gently feeling up your breasts before tearing his hands away reluctantly.

“When we’re cold, our bodies peripheral blood flow decreases dramatically. This means that the convective heat transfer between your core body temperature and your skin gets reduced.”

His clinical words shouldn’t make you this wet, but you could probably get turned on if he read the phone book. All the while, his hands move up and down your torso.

“However, when we are in a state of arousal, our respiratory rate heightens, as does our heart rate. Such a dichotomy, isn’t it?”

He gently reaches down and grabs some ice he’d prepared earlier. Slowly he moves it, before placing one on your stomach, causing your body to twitch at the sensation. You watch as he smiles softly, relishing in the reactions he can extract; like you’re his own little experiment.

“Now I admit I’m no biologist. But even a lowly astrophysicist can know a thing or two.” He teases, his eyes crinkling a little as he gives you a cheeky grin.

In return you giggle, moving your hips up in a silent demand for touch. He denies you however, simply moving the melting ice cube along your stomach, moving the now ice cold liquid to your pubic hair before stopping.

“I wonder, do you feel cold schat? Or hot?”

Before you can answer, he reaches to remove your bra, tossing it on the floor by your bed. You stutter out a quick “hot…” before he nods.

“Well, let’s see if we can’t change that.”

He reaches to grab another ice cube, slowly bringing it down onto your nipple. Circling it, you whimper gently at the feeling of intense cold, the sensitivity creating a delightful sensation.

“Good girl.” He praises, always one to tell you how well he believes you’re doing.

Once the cube has melted, he bends over to lick at the cool liquid settling on your nipple. You restrain the urge to lift your hand to touch him, gripping the sheets as you shiver. Satisfied, he pulls off with a small suck, before grabbing another ice cube.

“Where should we put this one, little lady?”

His tone makes you giggle again, before you buck your hips up into nothing. “Here…”

“Where mijn liefje? You’ll have to be specific.”

You softly pout, hating how embarrassed you feel. With how often you both are intimate (Siebren’s age suprisingly didn’t hinder much of your sex life), you know there’s no reason to be so shy. But with his intense gaze staring down at you, you can barely whisper the words.

“My pussy…”

Luckily, he doesn’t make you speak up. Instead wordlessly grabbing an ice cube before gently placing it on your clit. A whine bubbles from your mouth, hips twitching but his other hand holds you firm.

“Such a wonderful reaction. Fascinating…”

If this is what it’s like being his experiment, you’ll take it. The hand pinning you to the mattress slowly moves down before he pushes a finger inside your cunt. You cry out at the unexpected touch, but he keeps rubbing the ice cube into your clit until it’s fully melted.