Louise sat in her room trying to escape the constant noise of everyday life, the endless demands of her time. Shutting her door and block out the noise. She took off her clothes and put on her short nightshirt. She then lay down on her bed and closed her eyes. Escaping to her little bit of paradise.
In her mind she imaged a winters evening, fresh snow falling on to the ground, turning everything white. Sat on a large sofa in front of a roaring fire, feeling so warm and content. In the kitchen Fynn was heating up some mulled wine, Louise could smell the sweetness of it from where she was sitting. There was something magical festive about that smell coupled with fresh snow falling and a roaring fire.
Louise was soon joined on the sofa by Fynn bearing a hot mug of mulled wine for her to enjoy. She settled on the sofa snuggling up with Fynn, both watching as the snow fell on the trees around them feeling so at peace. Louise layer her head on Fynn's chest while he stroked her hair, he always had such power of making here feel so at ease and so relaxed. She finished her mug of wine, put the mug back on the table and kissed Fynn's soft lips, thanking him for the wine. He kissed her back, lightly at first, and then with more passion as his tongue teasing her lips then her mouth, intertwining with her own.
Fynn's hands still running though her hair, pulling Louise closer to him. Kissing deeply than before, such passions between them, the need to become so close. A single touch between these two seemed to course such sensation of the other; it was like nothing either has felt before. The kisses calmed and Louise snuggled down again into Fynn's arms as he drunk some more of the mulled wine.
"I think I'm gonna have a nice shower" said Louise. She got up and kissed Fynn forehead, then walked to the bathroom. Removing her dress and tights, then her black lacy underwear, she left then on the floor and stepped into the shower. Turning the tap, the gush of the warm water took Louise by surprise. It run down her body making her feel so refreshed. Louise had been so distracted by the shower; she had not noticed that Fynn had joined her. He was now standing behind her, his hand round her middle, slowly kissing her neck which drove her wild. She could not help but let out a gentle moan, the water running down her body, feeling Fynn's lips running down her neck. It felt like pure heaven. Louise pushed her self-closer to Fynn feeling the warmth of his body against hers also feeling his hardness starting to swell. She turned round and kissed him heavily on the lips, her hands running down his back. They kissed for some time, there hands exploring each other's body under the flow of the water.