A toasty, brick fireplace crackles nearby, casting a warm glow on your bare breasts. Our wool socks generate static shocks as we absent-mindedly play footsie and laugh at our own bad jokes. Gently with my fingers, I trace circles on your body, watching the goosebumps form, watching your areolas tighten and your nipples harden.
You can feel my hips starting to press and softly grind against yours as we spoon. There’s no hiding it, I am swelling at the contact and am consumed with the thought of being inside you. I kiss and suck at your earlobe, you can hear my heavy exhale as you, yourself let out a deep, breathy sigh. We are both melting into each other, gyrating hips, and ebb and flow of pleasant pressure. Throbbing now, my cock pushes and prods begging to be freed.
Our pillow talk is as bad as our dad jokes, but it’s a sweet and comfortable type of awkward, if there can be such a thing. Outside the window, a thick fog is rolling through the wooded hills beyond. I whisper softly in your ear. “Do you want me?” You arch your back and slide off your panties. Reaching around your hips, I rub you and guide myself to enter you from behind. I firmly grab your breasts as I work deeper and deeper with every push.