It wasn't long until they were in their robes and sitting together on the floor in front of a crackling fire, enjoying steaming bowls of rich, creamy soup.
"Wonderful fire," she said. "Thank you."
"I'm very serious about my fire building, you know. Very serious. It has to be done just right." A smile stole onto his face. "Warmer now?"
"Mm-hmm." She moved to sit between his outstretched legs, closed her eyes and leaned back against him. "I love it here. I wish it could go on forever." She wiggled back farther, pressing close to his body.
They sat for a time, both enjoying the quiet moment of silence, neither feeling that words were necessary or even appropriate. Simply being was enough. Simply being, here in the present moment, enjoying the warmth of the fire with its smoky aroma; enjoying the sunlight filtering through the thin curtains now pulled across the windows; enjoying the companionship of one another and the sound of soft breath. Simply being.
His breath on the back of her neck began to stir her again. She turned to see his face, her legs draped over his. Her robe, loosened by her movement, fell open at the neck and slid from her shoulders and partially down her arms. She grasped it just as it exposed the top of her breasts, pulling it close but not bothering to pull it back up. She caught his eye and leaned only slightly toward him, parting her lips to encourage his kiss.
He wrapped one arm around her shoulders, taking her face with his other hand, and drew her to him. She relaxed into the crook of his arm, allowing her head to fall back to expose her throat. His kisses wandered down along her neck to find the hollow of her throat, and his hand slipped within her robe to brush her hardening nipples. A whimper escaped her lips as he pushed the cloth from her body.
"You're incredible," she told him, her voice only a whisper.
His only response was a smile as he lowered her to the floor, and stretched his body out next to hers. She laid her fingers on the knot at his waist, opened it, and slipped the robe from his shoulders to expose the body she craved. Her hands stroked softly down his chest, enjoying his smooth skin and defined muscles, and loving the effect of her touch on his nipples as her fingers slowly circled them before taking hold to softly tweak the sensitive skin. He moaned in pleasure at her touch.
"You absolutely drive me crazy. You know that?" He asked, although he knew she knew it, and he knew she loved it, and if he had any doubt of that the grin on her face would have erased it.
He felt her moving closer to him, pressing the length of her body against his, enjoying the feeling of her breasts flattened against his chest, and her mound pressing into him. His hands slid along her hips. Moving his hand between her legs, he slowly and gently slipped one, and then two fingers into her wetness. Her eyes closed, her breath became ragged, and her body flushed with excitement. He loved it that he could turn her on so easily, so quickly. His fingers probed deeply, and he brought his thumb down to circle against her clit. Her sigh of complete pleasure delighted him.
