Fire and Ice

Absynthe Trinowski sighed, her shoulders slumped as she filled her coffee. It wasn’t that she disliked Bible Study. She just disliked Bible Study with this group of women. They were a very judgmental sort. If it hadn’t been her turn to serve coffee and treats, she would have skipped the study all together – as she did most weeks. She turned to join the other women, pasting a smile on her face.

Just as she settled into her seat, Pastor Thomas Kincaid stepped into the fellowship hall. This was unexpected. Sally, one of the elderly women of the congregation, was supposed to lead the study. Pastor Thomas had only recently been installed as the pastor, and Syn didn’t think he was taking over the group already. Not that she had a problem with it – at least it would give her something to concentrate on.

After the customary introductions, and a bit of small talk, Pastor Thomas instructed the women to open their Bibles. As the Pastor read a few select verses, Syn found her eyes secretly looking him over. He was probably a good fifteen years her senior, but fit. She could tell he took care of his body. His hair had a few grey streaks, but she liked that. She wanted to run her fingers through that hair.

“Absynthe?” the voice of one of the ladies pulled Syn from her thoughts.

“I’m sorry…”

Sally shook her head in disapproval. “It’s your turn to read.”

The pastor leaned over and pointed to where they were at in the study guide. Syn gave him a small apologetic smile and started reading. She realized after the first sentence that this week’s lesson was about sexual sin. She felt a blush creep up her neck as she read about masturbation, oral and anal sex, and other sexual acts. She could feel Thomas’ eyes watching her closely. She read quickly, stopping when the pastor requested.

He thanked her, then asked the next woman to continue the reading. Syn tried to keep her eyes on the reading, but the heat of his stare kept pulling her eyes towards him. She startled as she recognized the fire in her was mirrored in his eyes. She bit her lip nervously, putting her trembling hands in her lap. Thomas reached across her lap, his hand hidden from the view of everyone else, and placed it over her folded ones, squeezing softly.

Absynthe breathed a sigh of relief as the last woman left the church. The pastor had left with a few of the women, so Syn was alone as she began cleaning up.

“Any coffee left?”

Thomas’ voice startled Syn and she dropped the pitcher of ice water on the counter. He laughed, and came around to the kitchen to help her wipe up the mess. Syn stumbled as he accidentally brushed against her. He reached out instinctively to help her, an ice cube still in his hand. She shivered at the combination of warmth and ice against her bare skin. Her eyes locked with his.

As if his hand a mind of its own, it slowly caressed the ice cube up and down the sensitive flesh, gazing down at the short, blonde woman. Syn took a step closer to him, her lower lip quivering. As the ice disappeared, he reached behind him, grabbing another cube. This one he brought to her neck, gliding it over her, drops of water sliding down to her collar bone. Thomas leaned in, lapping up the water. The heat of his tongue brought a whimper from her lips. Her whimper caused him to move the ice lower, sliding it over the swell of her breasts. His other hand slowly pulled the spaghetti straps down her shoulders, and pushed the material down, freeing her breasts from the built in bra of her shirt. Her whimper came on shaky breath as Thomas slid the ice over a nipple, watching it grow taut, torturing her until she could barely stand.

“Please,” she whispered desperately, gazing drunkenly into his eyes. He smiled, lowering his head, taking her nipple into the heat of his mouth, warming it. She cried out, falling into him. She was no longer in control of her actions, her body acting on instinct, her hands sliding under his shirt, her nails raking over his chest.

Thomas cupped her rear, still sucking on her breast as he lifted her onto the counter, pulling her skirt up. He reached around and found another ice cube, pulling away from her to watch her gaze yet again as he slowly slid the black lace panties to the side. He slid the frozen cube over her slit causing her to squirm and moan. He held it against her hard sensitive nub, a smile playing on his lips as she bucked against the ice cube. She’d never experienced anything like this. It was painful, yet she could feel the pleasure building inside. Each breath that escaped her lips was a whimper, a plea. Thomas finally answered that plea, leaning close to her, his breath against her frozen need. His tongue flicked against the nub and she cried out, thrusting against the heat of him. He licked again, wrapping his lips around her swollen flesh.

Syn gripped his shoulders, leaning back to give him better access, her hips raising off the counter and pressing against his burning tongue. Thomas chuckled, pulling away, replacing the heat with the frigid ice again. Syn cried, tears of desperation slipping down her cheek. Her hips rocked against the ice as he pressed it just slightly inside her, then brought his lips down on her against. The battle of heat and cold both acting on her at the same time was too much. Syn screamed, cumming hard as he darted his tongue into her, tasting her.