Free Winter's Heart by A. C. Warneke

and ice.
    She laughed, a full-bodied sound that was genuine and he loved that about her. There were no pretenses or deceptions about her. With the laughter still in her voice, she said, “Well, when you get your hair pulled you can tell me which makes you feel better, a delicious bowl of ice cream that can soothe away the ache or a diamond that just sits there looking pretty.”
    As she talked about pulling hair, the image of her fingers twining in his hair and holding his head to her as he devoured her pussy flashed in his head and he had to shift to ease the sharp pain of his burgeoning erection pressing against his blue jeans. Dealing with his penis only made him imagine sinking his fingers into the silky strands of her hair and holding her head as he fucked her mouth. Clearing his throat, he took a bite of the ice cream and hoped it would cool him down. Yes, he was going to have her but he wanted to savor the anticipation, not jump her like a green school boy. The chase made the ultimate surrender that much sweeter and he needed that. “You may have a point.”
    “Admit it,” she grinned, pointing at him with a spoonful of ice cream before sliding it between her lips and licking off the creamy dessert. “This is a lot more fun than going to a jewelry store.”
    “It would be even more fun if we were naked,” he said, waggling his eyebrows and wishing he had kept that to himself. Hadn’t he just decided he wanted to savor this seduction?
    “Perhaps,” she said, her eyes twinkling. “But it would be awkward if someone were to come upon us. Plus, I think it’s illegal to be nude in public. Aren’t we supposed to be checking out venues or something?”
    “Actually, we already know where the party is going to be held,” he reminded her. “At my place in the country.”
    “Right, you mentioned that for the pirate ship.” She nodded her head, looking at him with professional interest, no hint of the flirtatious girl from a moment before. Unless he looked into her eyes and saw the sparkle she tried so hard to suppress and yet couldn’t manage. “That’s where you want the whole thing?” At his nod, her irrepressible merriment came through, “So no trips to the moon or flying to Paris?”
    Chuckling, he shook his head, “Maybe for his seventh birthday.”
    “I’m sorry I won’t be planning that one, since this is my one and only event,” she teased, her smile doing weird things to his stomach. “I think a trip to the moon would be quite the event to plan and it would be interesting to figure out the logistics and if anyone would be willing to take a gaggle of seven-year-olds and their parents on a rocket ship.”
    He laughed, “I don’t think many of them would survive the training.”
    “And you know this how?” she asked lightly, her teasing filling him with warmth and loosening his tongue.
    “I actually got to do some of the training that astronauts go through for a movie that I just finished filming,” he said, wondering where that came from. Usually he hated discussing his roles with anyone – because that was all they wanted to discuss. Even the cool things he got to do were annoying when discussed with the wrong person. At her encouraging smile, he continued, “I did the high-G training in that centrifuge thing. It was incredible.”
    “Is that the one that you’re in a small pod and they spin you around at like a million miles an hour?” she asked, her eyes widening with every word she spoke. At his nod of confirmation, she asked in a hushed voice, “Did you throw up?”
    Licking his lips, feeling the heat steal up into his cheeks, he admitted, “I passed out.”
    She reached out and put her hand over his and he felt it in his balls. Looking at him with those brown eyes, he didn’t see a trace of mockery. “I am impressed that you put yourself through that. I don’t think I’d have the courage and if I did, I’m pretty sure I’d puke.”
    He chuckled, “I felt sick for a