Snow was falling on Jason's rustic, mountain hide away. We had plenty of firewood, booze, a bed with a fluffy down comforter, and a deliciously exotic bear skin rug that rests between the fireplace and the bed. The crackling fire cast an amber radiance on our naked bodies lying on the soft and sensual fur in front of the fireplace. Jason and I were keenly aware of the heady fragrance of my slightly perfumed pussy that filled the air around us.
My fingers dripped with the wetness of my own musk as I withdrew them from my supple mound and let them dance across his face. They touched his upper lip and drifted around his left cheek and under his chin and up again until they found the hot moistness of his waiting mouth. We both groaned almost inaudibly as his mouth enfolded my fingers sucking the sweet nectar of my cunt.
I heard a deep and breathy moan as I straddled Jason's throbbing dick. He was not inside me, but the lips of my pussy slide over the top of his penis pressing it against the soft skin of his lower abdomen. His dick was drenched. I was so wet it covered his dick , his balls, and his abdomen as I moved my clit over the shaft of his penis. I watched his face while sliding my pussy over his dick. Nothing can describe the look on your lover's face when he rises to the brink of orgasm. I can take him to the brink again and again through the night. Its like the words of that song "...she can rub you in the night until your skin turns red..." I've rubbed him for hours like this; bringing him to the very edge of orgasm and then reducing the pressure just long enough to keep him from coming.