The flames dance along the wall as the fire flickers. Sending waves of warmth around us as we stand illuminated in the soft glow of the burning embers. You gently pull me to the floor. The fire flickering off our bodies as a lover's touch would caress the soul. We gaze deeply into each other's eyes and recognize the burning desire within their depths. With the cool soft fur of the bearskin rug caressing us as we lay there surrendering to the touch of each other. I hear a sigh escape your lips when I glide my fingertips down your neck sending shivers of need throughout your body. I endure the sweet ache of want building within. Wetting my lips my mind is crying to taste. Letting go to the pure need of knowing, my tongue gently strokes across your skin. Reveling in your scent I nibble and stroke overloading my senses. The smooth strokes of your fingers running through my hair, as you bring your lips to mine. Gently parting our lips meet, deepening our kiss.
Stroking and petting until there is a deep dark need building. All that can be heard is the crackle of the fire as the heat explodes. Until a soft low moan escapes from the quiet of the room. I realize that you brought it out of me. Simultaneously making me wetter with the knowledge of what you do to me. I feel your mouth wrap around my nipple teasing it. Flicking your tongue over it then gently blowing stimulating every nerve. Then the brush of your hand as it slides down my body affecting every nerve ending. You send electricity across my skin with each tender stroke.