It's late at night, and all the lights are off. Our only illumination is the fireplace, throwing flickering light around living room, illuminating the snow softly falling outside the windows. We are cuddled together on the floor under some blankets in front of the fireplace, watching the snow fall and listening to the merry crackling of the fire.
My hand, which has been rubbing your tummy, slowly works its way up under your nightshirt to start caressing your breast, and my other hand is slowly, lovingly stroking your hair. You grind yourself back into me, feeling my shaft slowly swelling to attention. Soon, you reach back, and your hand slips into my sweatpants, firmly wrapping your fingers around my cock, the tip already starting to get wet with pre.
You slowly, lazily start stroking it as my hand stops playing with your breast and starts slowly making its way down towards your waist, rubbing slow, lazy circles across your tummy on the way. My hand finally reaches its destination, working its way between your bare thighs. Your breath hitches as I stroke your clit with one finger, then another. Soon, my hand moves lower and slowly, gently, my fingers enter you. You are getting wetter and wetter, your moans getting louder. The hand stroking my cock stops, and it moves up to start playing with your breast.
My other hand stops playing with your hair, and moves beneath the blanket to start taking my sweatpants off. I slide them down my legs, kicking them off without stopping the hand that is fingering you. I know you're getting close, so my fingers increase their pace, hooking slightly to brush against just the right spot inside of you. Your walls start clenching even tighter around them, practically sucking them back in every time they withdraw.
When I know you are right on the precipice, my thumb brushes against your clit, sending you over the edge. I bite your earlobe gently, whispering in your ear to cum for me. You cry out loudly, your moans echoing through the empty cabin, drowning out the crackling of the fire.
Through the red glow, I can see a slight sheen of sweat on your face. I keep playing with you as you cum, drawing it out, keeping you at the peak as long as I can until you physically push my hands away because you're too sensitive. I just lay there, my thick, throbbing erection smearing pre against your thigh as you shudder in orgasm
I bring my soaked fingers up to your mouth, and you eagerly suck on them, getting every drop of your juices off, leaving them clean, only covered in your saliva.
By this time, the fire is getting low so I reluctantly stand up and go through the process of putting more wood on the fire.
I turn around and find out while I was doing this you have taken off your nightshirt, and are laying on your back on the blankets, the glow of the fire dancing across your bare flesh, illuminating parts of you one moment, then leaving them in shadow the next.
You sit up, resting against one elbow. You make a fist and hook your finger at me, the classic "come here" gesture, all the while gazing at me with lustful eyes.
I take the few steps over towards you, and you lay back down on the floor, the soft blankets caressing your skin, hair splayed out in a fan around your head. I fall to my knees and slowly crawl over you. I pause when I reach your lower stomach, and I start gently trailing kisses up your body.
I reach your breasts, and start kissing each one in turn. I kiss one nipple, then the other. I take one of them into my mouth, sucking on it, swirling my tongue around the erect nub. You moan in pleasure, and I switch to the other breast, taking that nipple into my mouth and playing with it, giving it gentle bites.
