The fire was dying down and it was getting cooler. "Let's go upstairs and get in bed," I suggested. "It will be more comfortable." We walked up the stairs hand in hand, stopping to kiss a few times before we entered the master bedroom. We took turns in the bathroom, and I opened the glass doors to let the chilly breeze in and turned out the lights except for one dim bedside lamp.
We climbed into the bed on opposite sides but immediately met in the center. "It's cold!" Anna giggled nervously as I took her slim body into my arms. We kissed and ran our hands all over each other's naked bodies until we got warm again.
I cleared my throat. "You mentioned doing something for me..." I hinted.
"But now I'm sleepy," Anna pouted.
"Please," I begged. My cock was pressed against her smooth thighs, aching miserably. She reached down and grasped it, making me moan with desire. She tugged clumsily at my cock as I covered her neck, shoulders and breasts with hot kisses. After a time I had to admit to myself that this was never going to bring me off.
"My hand is cramping, Jacky," she finally said, timidly. "Am I doing it right? Are you almost there?"
"Um, not really," I admitted. "It would help if there were some lubrication. Like there would be if I was...inside you."
"We can't do that, Sweetie. It's not safe, and besides, it would never fit. It hurt when you just put your finger in me."