It is a chilly evening. Scurrying into our cabin in the Colorado Mountains, we shut the door to keep out the blowing wind and snow. You try the lights. They don't work. "Power must be off somewhere," you remark off-handedly. "No problem," I reply, smiling in the dark. "We'll light some candles and get a fire going. That'll warm things up quickly." I grope my way into the kitchen, feel for one of the drawers. Inside, I touch and recognize the candles and a box of matches. Back in the living-room, I light three candles, set one on the table, and two on the mantelpiece above the fireplace. Then I get a fire going. A short time later, huddled together on the couch, we watch the red and yellow flames dance upwards to the chimney, projecting shadows of strange shapes on everything in the room. I look at you, your soft face glowing in the light. You smile warmly at me. "Very romantic, isn't it?" you say, more a statement than a question. I nod and smile, then you bend down to kiss me. My lips tremble slightly--whether from cold or excitement I'm not sure--as you run your tongue around them, and then trace a path along my cheek to my earlobe. You nibble on it, I giggle and try to pull away, but you draw me closer and kiss me once again. You stroke my cheek and, as we kiss deeply, your tongue darts through my lips, meeting and circling my own tongue. I sense a tremor of electricity shimmer from my throat to my pussy, and then I slide my lips down your chin to nuzzle in the warmth of your neck. You sigh, whisper my name and run your fingers lightly through my hair. You move off the couch, kneel between my legs and kiss your way down to the hollow between my breasts. My hands reach up; undo the buttons of my shirt. Glad for the absence of my bra, you nose your way beneath the fabric till your lips brush across my nipple. Your tongue encircles the tiny bud, your teeth lightly run across it and I feel it harden. You breathe in my scent--you smell as well as taste delicious. Now you kiss down my abdomen, pull my hips forward so I slide towards you. You undo my jeans; pull them and my panties down together. The shadows of my pussy beckons to you, the warmth of my sex hidden for a moment in the even darker shadows created by the fire.
I slip my feet out of my jeans and panties and I you push the clothes to one side. My feet and legs now bare, you lift them up, kiss the soles of my feet, suck and nibble on my toes. I giggle, gasping that it tickles, but that it feels so nice and relaxing. I gaze at you with your soft flesh glowing orange in the light of the fire, my full breasts peeking out from the two separated halves of my shirt. You put my feet down, undo your own shirt. In front of me, you spread my legs wide, run your finger across the soft mound between them, and then slip it down between the folds of flesh. Your shirt drops to the floor. You rise, undo your jeans and push them down and off with your boxers and let them join my garments beside us. I sit up, put your hands on my hips and draw me forward. You feel
my face sifting through your pubic hair, my strong fingers kneading the muscles of your ass. Now my mouth slides up the stalk of your cock, takes it in and sucks on it. Your breathing quickens and it seems the fire behind you cannot equal the heat of our bodies. My mouth slides up and down the length of m your shaft and I feel its hardness and thickness within my mouth. Then I run your tongue down to your balls. I suck first one, then the other into my mouth, rolling them gently in the warmth and wetness there. You rise and lie down on the floor with your head resting against the front of the couch. I face the fire and straddle you, lowering my hot wet mound to your face. You kiss my buttocks, run your lips through the moistness of my crack, and then slide your tongue down to push against my clit. Your hands reach up and grip my ass, pull it apart to allow you to see the glistening depths of my purplish-pink gash. You run your tongue down the groove, thrust deep into the dark recesses and I grind my hips above me, moans and
groans issuing from my mouth. My cunt moves down your chest and I kneel on the floor. I grip your hard member and steer it into the heated netherworld of my pussy.
Up and down I begin to ride you. You reach from behind, grasp my breasts and squeeze them, feeling, too, the heavy beat of my heart, the rising and falling of my chest in time to my up and down movement of my cunt upon your erect, hard cock. We feel the solid contact of your cock to mine, the slipperiness of our lubricated organs. You pinch my nipples as I continue to slide on your sex. My head goes back, the light from the fire reflects from the glistening sweat of our bodies. Your hand goes down; your finger rubs against the hardness of my clitoris, firmer and aster until finally waves of ecstasy ripple through my body. My cries of enjoyment and fulfillment heighten my own excitement. You call out my name; you thrust up hard into my cunt as I feel the pulsating shots of hot jism spurt into my engulfing hole. As I finish my spasms, we both relax. I lean back against your chest. I wrap my arms around you and I feel your cock subsiding within my sex. You kiss my neck, stroke my smooth, wet breasts, and whisper my name again and again as you hold you tightly to me, the sticky sweat of our bodies mingling together before the heat of the fire and the passion of our lust.
