Ice trailed down her spine, leaving
behind erect strands of thin blond hair
sprouting from goose bumps. She arched
her back underneath the pressure of
his tongue, cooed as he lingered
at her posterior breathing heavily
over the single cube as it melted
into a shallow pool. He slurped
water inside his mouth, kissing her—
cool, moist lips against sultry, smooth skin.

—Nortina

This hot and cold piece was inspired by the prompt for this fortnight’s Literary Lion: