Morning Chill

The early morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting stripes of warmth across the soft gray duvet of their bedroom. Owen lay beside his partner, the cool air from the night still lingering in the room. The contrast of the warm sunlight on his skin and the chill in the air gave him an idea he'd been toying with.

He leaned over, brushing a tender kiss against Dana's lips, feeling the warmth of their mouth against his. "I've got something different in mind," he murmured, pulling back slightly to see the curiosity in Dana's eyes. He reached for the small glass of ice water he had prepared the night before, a hint of excitement in his movements.

Dana watched, intrigued, as Owen took an ice cube between his fingers, the cold penetrating his skin immediately. He brought it to Dana's lips, trailing it slowly along their lower lip, the cold juxtaposed with the warmth of his following breath. Dana gave a small gasp, the unexpected sensation lighting up their nerves. The ice tracked across Dana's collarbone, leaving a shimmering wet path that Owen's mouth followed instantly, warming their skin again with the heat of his kisses.

The ice melted away as he moved lower, and he took another one, letting it hover teasingly above Dana's belly button. The cold followed by the heat of his mouth made Dana arch slightly, their skin tingling with a kind of pleasure that was new and unexpectedly intense. As he worked his way down, his hands slid Dana's underwear off, the fabric easily slipping over the curve of their hips.