You show up at my door looking windswept. A snow storm is brewing so I light the fire and we curl up in a pile of blankets, basking in it’s warm glow. A bottle of wine in an ice bucket and a pair of glasses rest on the mantle as condensation drips down the forgotten beverages.
As the storm builds, my mouth finds yours and our tongues dance together. Your lips are soft against mine. By the time the kiss breaks we’re both gasping and moaning. Our foreheads rest against each other as we struggle to catch our breath. Your eyes gaze into mine, your pupils dark and dilated with arousal, I know mine likely look the same.
Without breaking eye contact, you slip your hands under my sweater, slipping up my stomach to cup my naked breasts. My nipples; already taut from the stimulation of the knit; reach new levels of tension as you bring your thumbs against them. I moan deep in my throat as you circle the tips, your lips meet mine, capturing my pleasure. You continue to play with my nipples are you kiss me, making me arch against you, begging wordlessly for more of your touch.
You smile against my lips as I slip my hands under your shirt, the soft fabric running over my hands as I pull it over your shoulders, breaking the kiss briefly as I reveal your transparent lace camisole, before my lips reconnect with yours. I find your nipples straining against the lace, and I run my thumbs over them, enjoying you writhing beneath my touch.
I break the kiss to admire the way you glow in the firelight, the flames bringing out the gold & copper highlights in your hair and the sparks looking like stars in your eyes. I lower my head to your throat, down your collarbone, and hover over your breast. My lips wait just a hair away from the delicate tips, my breath moistening and warming them. I can almost watch them harden further in anticipation. You whine in frustration “Please.” I close my lips over one taut rose colored bud. You sigh and I allow my tongue to slowly flick the tip. Your arch hard, a reaction out of proportion to the caress until you consider the lace, the thin threads moving with my tongue to exponentially increase the sensation. I begin to suckle, touching nothing else so that all your attention is focused on that one point of pleasure.
I bite gently, holding your nipple between my teeth as I shake my head back and forth. Each touch makes you utter a new sound. I let go and draw my head back, blowing on the wet skin and lace. You moan and shiver, I see the goose bumps rising. I switch sides, after all, I can’t leave one untouched. Your hips begin to rock as I apply the same deft touches to your second nipple. As I release it I bring my hands up to cup the undersides, gripping the tips in between my index finger and thumb. I slowly tighten my grip as I pull them forward slightly. Your hips buck hard and I can see the wet spot forming on your white lace panties under the skirt you’re wearing.
Your hands wrap around my wrists as you pull my hands away, gasping as your nipples pull from my grasp. You pull me forward as you lean backwards, until you’re cushioned by the pile of blankets. My head is level with your belly button and you push me down farther. “Please, eat my pussy.” More than willing to comply, I unzip and pull of your skirt leaving you clad only in the lace camisole and panties.
I nestle between your thighs, placing kisses as I spread your legs wide. I stroke the length of your slit through the thin fabric, putting a little extra pressure against your clit and anus, watching as you quickly drench the fabric to nearly transparent. My mouth finds your mound and I work my way down until I’m in line with your pink clit. I watch as it strains against the lace, each pulse of your heart making it twitch. My breasts brush the carpet as I place my lips against you, your hands lace into my hair and your hips shift as you try to push me hard into you.
I run my tongue the length of your soaked slit, lapping up the juices pouring out of your centre. I can feel your fingers in my hair and hear your whimpers each time my tongue flicks you at the end of a stroke. You’re begging me to move your panties and fuck you fully. I stroke you through your panties a few more times before hooking my thumbs under them and pulling them off, pushing your legs even wider after I strip you.
I part your lips with my tongue, watching your juices well up from your centre before dipping my tongue in and lapping them up. I plunge my tongue into your waiting depths, once, twice. Finding the edge of your most sensitive spot before stopping. Letting you tremble on the edge, before taking that beautiful pink clit into my mouth and sucking hard. I can’t help but moan with the pleasure of your taste as I suck on you. The vibrations of my voice and the suckling combine to wonderful effect, and soon you’re writhing and bucking against my mouth, begging and whimpering incoherently as you crash into your orgasm.
When you finally get control of your spasming body, you push me onto the hearth. My hands and knees meet the cold stone as the heat from the fire pours over the rest of me. You spread my knees so my own lips are exposed to the heat, each flicker of flame feels like warm fingers slipping against my slit. Your hands find my breasts and you fondle them, your hands cold against my quickly warming skin. The contrasting sensations stimulating my arousal.
You move to my side, where you can easily reach all my sensitive places. You push my shoulders down, my breasts stroking the hard stone. You slip your fingers into my waiting orifice, coating them in fluids. You part them, opening my centre so I can feel the heat all the way to my core. It’s my turn to moan, my hips rocking increasing the pleasure in my nipples as well as my centre as you use the fire to fuck me. You withdraw your fingers, moving them up slightly to circle my puckered rose. My juices now provide lubricant as you begin to circle, slowly increasing the pressure each time I rock back against your hand. Your finger presses against the centre of the rose, beginning to open me.
I whimper as you press in when I rock back, slowing my movements wanting more. I turn my head back to make eye contact, begging you to fully penetrate me. You stroke my slit again re-lubing your fingers when I rock forward, my need to have my ass fucked warring with my need for stimulation on my nipples. Finally, you slip one finger fully in and begin to rub inside. Your other hand finds my lips and clit as a second finger joins the first. You pick up the pace, fingers alternating their motion in my ass so that each time one enters the other withdraws.
My pleasure builds as you penetrate my centre with two fingers, circling my most sensitive insides as your thumb rubs my clit. My hips rock faster as you thrust harder. I feel the blood rushing to my face and centre as I climb to that peak. You murmur naughty encouragements in my ear as I writhe in your grip. My hips begin to buck as I feel the trembling start. I cry out, my centre and ass gripping your fingers as my orgasm wracks my body.
??Very sexy!
This is really well written! An enjoyable read.