Cold 8

He knocked on my door promptly at 8pm. I opened the door, and his eyes slid quickly down my body.

"Very nice, but aren't you going to be cold? It's only 50 degrees out there."

I smiled, "I'll be okay."

He was right - the little black dress and sexy high heels were no match for the breezy spring chill, my coat doing nothing to protect me. However, I kept quiet, hoping he didn't notice the goosebumps covering my arms.

It was a pleasant date; we talked and laughed easily through dinner, sharing a slice of pie for dessert. After dinner, we walked hand-in-hand through a nearby park, the crisp air and stillness soothing after the stuffy heat of the restaurant.

He walked me to my door, and gave me a gentle kiss goodnight. When he turned to leave, I grabbed his arm. "Please. Stay."

He kissed me again, harder this time, pressing me against the cold wood of my door. I broke the kiss, fumbling to unlock the door to let him into my apartment, heart pounding with nerves. My little studio apartment seemed very small with the two of us, standing quietly, apart from each other.

He looked at me quizzically. "You're shaking. Are you nervous?"

I smiled, shaking my head. "Just cold. Should have dressed warmer."

He opened his arms. "Come here." I walked into his arms, relishing in the heat of his body.

We stood that way for a while, my eyes closed, breathing in his scent as he ran his hands up and down my back slowly.

"Alethea?"

I lifted my head, and his warm hands caressed my cheeks. He cupped my face in those big warm hands and kissed me softly. Brushing my hair out of my face, he ran his fingers through the silky tresses. He kissed the tip of my nose, then grinned. "Your nose is cold."

I looked up at him, the high heels I wore giving me more height. "Everything is cold."

"Guess I should do something about that." He said seriously, though there was a twinkle in his eyes. Backing me up, he stopped when my legs hit the end of the bed, blankets soft against my bare legs.

He kissed me again, just as softly as before. When I didn't pull away, he deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue inside my mouth, tangling mine with his. His hands slid down my back and cupped my buttocks, pulling me against him. I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach. I shivered, this time having nothing to do with the cold. His eyes searched my face, coming to the same conclusion.

Sliding his hands up my back, he unzipped my dress, letting it pool around my ankles. I kicked off the high heels, leaving myself only in a sexy lace bra and panty set.

I met his gaze, and shivered. His strong arms wrapped around me and he picked me up, and carried me to the head of the bed, where he lay me down. Kissing me, he began to strip. Off came the dress shirt, followed by his shoes, socks, and pants. He crawled into bed, rolling me onto my back, and laid on top, covering both of us with the covers.

He gave a muffled shout when my icy feet brushed against his calf.

"I told you I was cold." I said impishly.

"I should really do something about that." He kissed my lips briefly before kissing my cheek, then my neck below my ear.

I sat up so he could unhook my bra, which was dropped on the floor in the pile of clothes beside the bed. He kissed his way down to my breasts, nipples already hard and erect. Drawing one aching peak into his warm mouth, he began to suckle and tease them, alternating so that both were warm and aching when he finally continued his downward descent. Kissing down the planes of my flat stomach, he paused briefly to lave my belly button causing me to squirm, before he continued further to the juncture between my legs. He kissed my cloth-covered mound, before easing the tiny scrap of fabric down my legs, dropping it on the floor. Sliding his hands under my butt, he raised my body to his mouth and began to feast, delving into my wet folds with an agile tongue. I bucked against his mouth, crying out as an orgasm hit hard and fast.

One finger eased inside, and he continued until I had orgasmed again, convulsing under him. He looked up at me, mouth slick with my wetness. "Are you warm enough or do I need to continue?"

"I'm warm now, but please, don't stop." I whimpered.

He suckled my stiff clit before making his way back up my body. His boxers joined my underwear on the floor, and he lay on top me once more. I could feel the warm weight of him on my thigh.

Easing himself between my spread legs, he entered me smoothly and fully, impaling me completely on his hard length.

I moaned as I felt him begin to thrust, fucking me gently. Kissing him, I could taste myself on his lips. He continued to fuck me, long deep thrusts stimulating every inch of my pussy. He showered kisses on my face, neck, and breasts while I moaned, arching my back for deeper penetration.

Wrapping his arms around my back, he pulled us to sitting, blankets pooling around us as he continued to fuck me, neither of us aware of the cold. Raising and lowering my hips, I rode him as he played with my sensitive breasts and stiff nipples. He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me gently, our gaze locking momentarily before I had to throw my head back, while orgasming hard.

Grabbing my hips he began to thrust hard, his tempo becoming erratic before he convulsed underneath me, filling me with a hot load of cum. He kissed me again, while pressing me back against the pillows, blanketing me with his warmth, even though I no longer felt the cold on my sweat-dampened skin.

I kissed him gently and smiled. "I'm not cold anymore. Thank you."

Kissing me softly, he replied, "Anytime."