It was late at night and we sat by the dying fire holding hands, your head on my shoulder. Slow slowly fell around us and the wind gently rustled through the trees. As the last embers began to die out you stood up, and kissed me. Pulling me out of the chair you led me into the cottage.
The fire in the wood stove was still burning but the air was cold. You shut the door and pushed me against it, kissing me. We began undressing one another and realizing it was too cold we rushed into the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes behind us. You pushed me onto the bed, laying me on my back and sat on my stomach. You traced your fingers along my arms and chest and down my stomach. You slowly ground your hips against me. You leaned down and kissed me again. I wrapped my arms around you and held you tight.
Eventually you broke off the kiss and slid back a little bit, used your hands to help get me inside of you. Gently, you lowered yourself onto me and began to slowly ride me, moaning every time you came down. Your eyes were closed and you were gasping in pleasure. Your hands pressing into my chest I let my hands run along your arms, down your back and onto your hips, holding you tight. Slowly your pace quickened and we forgot the cold in the air. I ran my hands up along your sides and caressed your breasts, teasing your nipples with my finger tips. I put one hand behind your head and pulled your mouth to mine, kissing you hard. I wrapped my other arm around you and rolled us so that you were laying on your back and I was on top of you.
Your hair was splayed across the pillows and your face was blushed from excitement and effort. Your chest rose and fell with each breath. I pulled your legs up around me and held your hips and I fucked you, fast and hard. Your back arched in pleasure, your skin glistening with sweat you pulled at the bed sheets as you started to cum. You moaned my name and whispered “I love you” as your orgasm made your body quiver.
Your words, breathed out in pleasure, took me over the edge and I pushed deeper into you and came with you. I held you, hips pulled against mine, as filled you with every thing I had.
Exhausted, I fell onto the bed next to you. We stayed intertwined as we kissed and came down from our euphoria. You whispered “I love you” into my ear as you started to fall asleep. I pulled you closer and said “I love you, too.” I pulled the blankets up over us and gently ran my fingers through your hair and along your shoulders and arms as your eyes slowly closed and breathing slowed. I watched you as you felt asleep, your breasts pressing against my side as they rose and fell with your breath. I pulled you close, not wanting to lose contact with you as I fell asleep.
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