Archive-name: SpecMome/winter4.txt
Archive-author: Nite Crawler
Archive-title: Winter Passion - 4
IV. THE STEAMY SHEETS
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Arriving at entry to your room, I distract you with neck
nuzzles as you attempt to open the door. My hands move over
your chest as I press close from behind. Apparently you enjoy
the feeling, for you drop the keys, lean back and moan.
Realizing we are still in the hall, I desists and you pull me
forward through the open door. Once it is closed behind us,
you turn and our mouths meet for further exchanges. Your
fingers are digging into my ass, and I reciprocate to our
mutual pleasure. Then you pull away to change, and I go to the
hearth to start a fire.
With a little time and patience, a feeble flame starts,
then grows into a warm cracking inferno. I move to the bed to
test the water within, and the silk sheet coverings. From the
fire, to the sheets, then to the mirrors above, all looks
ready. Then I hear a rustle and look to view a truly perfect
sight.
Although I have seen you naked before, with the wispy
gown covering you, and the light streaming through the sheer
fabric to accent the delicate curves underneath, you look even
better. My face must have spoke these feelings for you laugh,
then turn off the lights. With only the ruddy glow
illuminating you, and the stars filling the sky outside, I
step forward to resume our play. Yet before I can reach you,
the gown slithers to your feet, and you meet me in the center
of the room. I drop my shorts and our flesh once again is in
complete contact. We begin anew with locked lips, and
wandering hands.
Steering you to the bed, we recline as small wavelets
slosh outwards. By the time the return to our position we can
not feel any motion, only each other. I pull the cool, slick
sheets over us, knowing that soon our shared heat will be
enough. And soon it is, for even though we have felt
satisfaction, the atmosphere is conducive to erotic
encounters. But now the setting is for something a bit
different.
Even though our mouths do not part, my hands are moving
steadily lower to those warm and misty regions. I take my
hardening penis and slide it over the wet opening of your lust
tunnel. Moans answer my actions, so I continue this teasing.
Not fully entering, it slides from hot button, down the
length, to the point where the fur ends and your cheeks begin.
With a deliberate but cautious finger, I trail it from the
bottom of your slit, past the other opening, to the base of
your spine. However as I move between the firm buttocks I
notice a increase in the speed and hardness of your kisses.
Taking this as a sign, I decide to explore this little back
door.
Disengaging mouths, you roll over and raise your rear to
greet me. I can see the moist inviting pink tunnel, but know
that is not where you desire some pleasure. The anticipation
of some anal intercourse fully fills my member with a
throbbing which brings it to complete attention. I twiddle the
swaying breasts while reaching for some lubrication. Now
ready, I test the opening, knowing that a slow start can lead
to a fine finish. As I briefly tap the entry with my tool,
shivers and wiggles greet my probings. The extra thrust upward
is a sure sign of the want, so I start to satisfy.
Spreading the cheeks, I apply just a hint of pressure.
You tense a bit, but then relax. I repeat the trial entry
until finally the head slides in. Now you relax at the warmth
within and emit a quiet squeal. Bolstered by your response I
plunge ahead, deeper into the dark entrance. The incredible
tightness envelops me and continues as I slowly start to
thrust. Knowing all needs attention, I lean on one elbow to
reach your breasts, and use the other to drum upon the
clitoris.
This three pronged attack takes all of your attention, I
try to cover each of you major areas with careful play. Moans
and pants continue, now mixing with mine. My balls slap
against your cheeks, and the sheets start to cling to our wet
flesh. For a change I move faster, and your shivers match my
pace. Just as I am about to explode once more, I halt,
something not too easy to do. But we change positions, and you
are now on my stomach facing my feet. I return to my previous
location, and resume nipple twirling with both hands.
I can barely move deeper, but I attempt to thrust. You
lean back, hair cascading over my chest. With a shriek and
racking shudders your orgasm bounces you about. Knowing that
the timing is right, I move faster, then lift you up from me.
As my cock is freed from you, it springs upward and I loose a
torrent of creamy cum. It shoots and sprays from between your
legs, upward to splatter on those firm breasts. A white milky
trail leads from the drops forming on the undersides, down to
the wet warmth below. Rolling backwards I catch you and we lie
among the sheets, exhausted but happy.
For a long while only our breath and the fire sounds fill
the silence. We both feel happy and content. Ah, the pleasures
of skiing, and the afterglows. While most people hate winter
and the cold snow, I know that a chilly evening can be quite
enjoyable, especially when you have someone to warm up with.
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