It was a dirty little secret, a really amazing dirty little secret.
That night in front of the fireplace.. with her.
Feeling her jiggly warm tits, tasting her sweet swollen lips.
Such an amazing memory...
Flashes of ambient light fill the room we lounge in with dancing orange and yellow hues, as flames roar and undulate from within the hearth. The fire's heat contrasting beautifully with the iciness I drip and glide across her prickly skin. Temperature play can be so enhancing to pleasure, don't you think?
My control wanes as my hunger grows, and soon enough all I want is to writhe against her body, to feel every exposed inch of her silky flesh, while I give her every inch of mine. Her hands encircle my neck and draw me in for a scorching kiss, and I know that she shares my hunger. Our lips press and slide as our tongues tangle. Her taste so sweet, so angelic in its near floral essence...
Kissing a girl is different than a man, in many, many ways. For one; the flavor. Its musky and sharp with a man, but refreshing and sweet with a woman.
I love both deeply.
She must have similar thoughts to me, because suddenly she pulls away slightly to grab at my cami and tug it over my head. Allowing my bare breasts to spill free. She watches them as they bounce and wraps her palms around them. My nipples in the center of each of her hands as she begins to play and massage.
We're fairly equal in size; curvy, slightly thick, and beautifully jiggly... and I'm a little jealous to be topless all by myself.
So, I pull her top off next, evening the playing field and a delightful full-body ping of pleasure crashes like wild waves through my veins, when our nipples meet and rub against one another. I love the way her softness mashes up against my own, it's such a pleasing feeling. Our nipples flick over one another as we move together, sending sparks of passion into the atmosphere around us. The air thick and hazy with desire. Our bodies kept warm by the fire before us, causing a slight glow with sweat, adding a primal, sexual heat to what we do.
I bite and nibble, here and there, moving down her body, needing to feel her nipples with my lips, needing to taste her excitement in this moment we share. Pausing briefly, I look up into her eyes and smile, placing the ice between my lips and rolling it around her areolas. Making sure to miss her nipples, taunting her with denying the one thing she wants most right now.
I watch the fires inside her eyes try to burn me alive with a plea, as I deliver my chilly torture.. a plea to fuck her nipples with my mouth, tinged with an anger of a brat wanting to react with her own special brand of revenge. I relish the frustrated neediness radiating off of her but choose to oblige her pleasure.