I lay reclined on the leather sofa, my legs stretched out in front of me, an overstuffed pillow behind my back. I sigh wiggling my bare toes, stretching my tired muscles. I reach my arm behind me, catching the glass off the table. Bringing it forward I swirl the amber liquid in the glass, hearing the clink of the ice as it slowly melts. I lower my eyelids, hiding my bight blue eyes behind my lids and long lashes; I let my eyes follow my hand placing the glass on my stomach.
I focus in on one small drop, watching it slowly make a path down the side of the glass, I watch as it comes to my thumb where I hold the glass before rubbing my thumb over the condensation creating a thick smear. The fire from the fireplace is reflecting through the glass and makes the whiskey appear to be glowing in its own right. Swirling again I raise it to my lips and take a small sip, taking the liquid into my mouth, I roll it around my tongue, and moaning softly I swallow I feel the heat slowly roll down my throat into my chest and on to my stomach. Balancing the glass again on my stomach, I close my eyes feeling the warmth from the fire slowly seep into my body.
I continue to take small sips of my drink, feeling it warm me far better than the fire ever could. We've had a busy day and I am seeking some much needed down time. I sink a bit lower into the pillow, carefully placing the glass on the floor beside me. Bringing my hands back to my body, I rest them under my breasts. Breathing deeply I can feel my thumbs brush the wire of my bra. My index and middle fingers play idly with the buttons of my blouse. I contemplate the effort in removing my bra, which would mean sitting up. Sighing I undo the button directly under my breast. Slowly I run my hands up and unto the one resting over the valley of my breasts and then the one near my collarbone. Tugging the fabric softly I feel the air caress the exposed skin. I lay there a moment, my eyes still closed basking the in the silence only broken by the crackling of the fire.
I hear the sound of your steps on the slate floor, echoing in the empty room. I keep my eyes closed until I feel the sofa give down near my feet under your weight. Opening my eyes to mere slits I regard you through them as you drape your arm over the back of the sofa, slouching slightly, your own whiskey in hand.
"That better not be my whiskey..." I comment, and see you smirk.
"No honey, I'd never do that." you respond dryly with an amused twist of your mouth, before bringing the glass to you lips for a sip. You turn slightly in the seat, placing your glass down on the table at the other end of the sofa. Leaning your head back you contemplate the roof, your head propped against the back of the sofa.
"Its beautiful here." I state stretching myself out a little bit longer so that I can slip my feet into your lap. You drop you hand to my feet, rubbing me along my ankle and running your fingers around the sensitive skin.
"You're not wrong there." You sigh as you raise your head again, looking at me squarely. I look into your eyes as you continue to play with my ankles, slowly rubbing and massaging up my calf. I arch my back slightly, stretching the muscles there and the corner of your mouth kicks up as your eyes darken. I cock an eyebrow at you, asking an unspoken question. Your face breaks out into a full grin as you bend my outside leg, moving it so it drops to the floor. Starting at my knees you slowly look up my length and it feels like your eyes score my skin and I feel the tell tale ache low in my stomach as you pause looking directly at my groin in my jeans before my nipples respond, pebbling against my bra as your eyes roam my breasts. I smile back at you as your eyes look over my face.
You move between my spread legs, slowly covering my body with yours. Soon you are laying over me, your frame easily covering mine. Tipping my chin up slightly you plant a soft kiss on my lips, feeling my mouth open under yours you deepen the kiss, and I moan softly in the back of my throat as you tongue slides into my mouth. You brace yourself on your arms on either side of my head, cadging me in place. I arch up against you slightly as we continue to kiss, hooking my arms around your waist I pull you closer, threating your position so you are more snuggly fitted against me.
I helplessly roll my hips against yours, feeling your cock hardening through our clothes. I use my tongue, running it along your bottom lip before sucking it into my mouth and nipping it softly. I feel and hear you groan before you start to kiss me aggressively, hungry for my mouth. I raise one hand to your head; catching the nap of your neck I pull you down, pressing your mouth harder to mine. You lean into the sofa's back and grab my dropped leg, catching it over your hip and thigh.
I break the kiss, needing air, throwing my head back I moan greedily as you start to rock your hips against me, your cock pressing against me as you move. Your wet kisses making their way down my jaw and throat, sucking on the sensitive skin there I squirm under you, but you pin me in place. I stretch my neck giving you better access as you suck and nip at the place where my neck and shoulder meet.
"Yes... oh yes love..." I purr softly as your grinding gets a little harder, hungrier then before. I untangle my hands bringing them under you in the small gap between us, I put my hands inside my bra, catching my full breasts I bring them up and out of the cups, the nipples hard and dark.
"Suck them please love... suck my nipples." I ask, rubbing the sensitive tips against the fabric stretched across your chest. You rear back, looking down at me. Grinning I cup them and run my thumbs across the nipples, making them bud more.
"Well, since you asked so nicely..." Your voice is deep and gravely as you speak, your eyes are thrown into shadow from the fire and I arch my back offering myself up when you don't immediately take them. You grin at me wickedly, before licking your bottom lip and dipping your head. You take one nipple into your mouth, sucking until the edge of the areolas are in your mouth. You suck on the sensitive skin, rubbing the pad of your tongue over the tip.
Your free hand comes up and catches my other one, which you tug and pull firmly, I moan hungrily feeling like there is an electric circuit running straight from my hard nipples to my clit. I squirm against you, using my hooked leg to pull you down so I can grind on your contained cock. You suck in deep breaths through your nose as you pull back, feeing my now wet, hard nipple. You blow on it softly and I cry out, the sensation is so sweet. You swap over, catching the other nipple you suck hard, this time nipping and tugging on the tip. You capture the other slick nipple, giving me no chance to object as you start to squeeze and roll it between your thumb and index finger, the mix of pleasure and pain is just right, I can't quite get enough.
Lifting your head suddenly you look down at me, and I moan softly, feeling your eyes on my heated skin.
"You look so good honey." You murmur as you sit back on your knees on the sofa.
"But we have a problem." I frown at you slightly.
"Yeah, you're not touching me." I complain tartly. You shake your head slightly before reaching out and tracing the waist of my jeans.
"I can't touch the rest of you," You comment. I nod in mock seriousness.
