Snow

They were sitting directly in front of the armchair. Tom leaned back on it.

"Lay back," he whispered into her ear. She lay back onto his powerful chest. He saw her gather the fabric of the shirt and pull it back onto her shoulders. He saw the valley between her generous breasts, could see each nipple against the material. He reached down and unbuttoned the last buttons. His hands were poised to brush the shirt from her, and he paused.

"May I?" he asked in a whisper.

"Yes," she whispered back. She closed her eyes. She felt the material being gently swept from her breasts. She tensed when he touched her.

"If you don't relax I won't do this," he said quietly. She instantly obeyed. He moved his finger up the space between her breasts and saw her nipples harden to stiff peaks. With her lying on him, both hands were free to do as he pleased. He placed his hands on her, tracing small patterns on her stomach, circling her breasts. When he finally ran his palm over the tip of her nipple, she took a breath and arched under his hand. He massaged both her breasts gently. He sometimes turned the back of his hand on her, the veined texture a new and different feeling. He concentrated on her nipples, eliciting orgasmic sighs.

He wanted to change positions. He gently lifted her from him and lay her flat. She turned a questioning look in his direction. With his eyes he bid her wait, and she settled. He was now lying perpendicular to her, on his stomach. Merely touching her caused her to arch toward his hands. She murmured low purrs throughout. He lowered his head to her nipple. He circled it with his tongue. She gave a low cry of passion. As he continued to suckle her nipple, she never even noticed that he was coaxing down her silky panties.

When she realized, she bent her knees and lifted her feet so he could slip them off. He tossed them aside. He brought his hands back to her, tracing patterns lower and lower. His hand slid down between her legs. She parted them slightly, allowing him entrance. His fingers entered her slowly, and she invited him in further by moving her legs farther apart. He stroked the small nub at the top of her furrow.

She gave a small anguished sigh. His fingers worked their way downward with excruciating slowness. She felt one finger slide into her, followed by a second. They began stroking in and out with an easy pace, curled at the tips to catch her internal spot with each movement. She contracted around him. She moved her hips to match his actions, thrusting herself against his fingers. He began to pick up speed until she gave a long, drawn-out sigh of pleasure. He saw a smile, the white teeth pervading the darkness.

She opened green eyes and brought her fingertips to her lips. She rose to meet him in a deep kiss. She moved, during the course of the kiss, until she was next to him. He lay back and allowed her to move on top of him. She broke the kiss and lay on his chest. He felt curious hands move down his sides and up under his sweater.

She caressed his chest lightly, feeling the soft hairs that covered his skin. She withdrew her hands and moved up to his face. She ran her fingers though his hair, lightly drawing her fingernails over his scalp. He shivered in spite of himself, and her hands moved on. She traced the outline of his full lips with her fingertips first. He gazed into her eyes until she took an index finger and drew his eyelids closed. He felt a hot tongue trace his lips. He opened his mouth and their tongues met, the tips touching lightly. She stroked his outer ears and bent her head to one. With hot breath and swift fingertips, she nuzzled his ear.

He had grown incredibly hard underneath her. One of her thighs was between his legs and he knew she had to feel it.

She had. She ceased her ministrations to his face and stealthily snaked a hand down. She squeezed his hard bulge, and brought forth a groan. His arms wrapped around her and held her tightly as she continued to massage him though his jeans.

He was dying to be released. He made the move to free himself but she was quicker. She slid down between his legs and deftly unzipped him with her teeth. He reached down and pushed off the offending jeans. All that remained were his gray Jockeys, and he allowed her to remove them. She was allowed her first glimpse of his member. It was well defined and fairly thick. He stood at attention, almost twitching as he waited for her to do what she wished with his cock. She smiled. She knew instinctively how to play this game. She caressed his length with gentle fingers. Another hand encased his balls and stroked the soft skin. He was in a silent frenzy, waiting for her to continue her exploration. She looked back at him, and his expression gave away his impatience.

She wrapped her hand around his shaft and stroked it with a firm motion. She felt him quiver in her hand, and she delighted in the sensation. She could hear his breath become ragged, and she didn't want to take him too far this way. She bent her head and touched only the tip of her tongue to his throbbing penis. He arched under her, and she indulged him. She took him down, little by little. She tortured him beautifully as she sped up and slowed down, bringing him near and backing off. She pressured different spots on him, feeling the effects. She swirled her tongue around him. As she brought him almost to the peak of orgasm, two words formed in his mind: liquid velvet. It was what her tongue felt like to him.

But he didn't want to end this way, in a short spurt of glory. He was painfully hard, and he had to stop her. He reached his hand down and brought her chin up. She looked at him questioningly and he pulled her back on top of him. He could feel the heat of her bare pussy against his member as he moved her into place. He reached down and lifted her hips, bringing her down upon him.

She gasped at the sudden fullness. He pushed her torso up slowly putting pressure on all the right internal spots. Her head hung back and her mouth was open. Her breasts hung heavy and ripe in front of him as she lifted her body off his shaft and back down again, beginning a rhythm.

She went slowly at first, getting used to the sensations. He penetrated her shallowly the first few strokes before she established her speed. When she finally brought herself all the way down she made herself moan in pleasure. He could see that she was so far gone and he would take her over the edge. He took control. He grabbed her hips and began a different rhythm. It got her attention. He slowed, then sped up. He brought her down fully each time, getting a response. He began bucking up into her on the downstroke. Her eyes flew open and her mouth formed an o. Her tongue ran over her teeth as she held onto his broad shoulders to steady herself. He began bringing her down and his hips up furiously. He felt her begin to tighten around him. The feel of her already tight pussy combined with her muscles milking him was too much. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders and she let out a cry. She contracted, determined to bring him with her. She felt the come welling up from deep within his cock. She pulled him deep inside her, and he came in pulsing throbs.

The shared experience brought mutual moans of pleasure. She lifted herself to allow him exit. He pulled her back down on top of his heaving chest. She caught her own breath, and they lay there for many minutes. The fire was showing the first signs of dying out and Lauren shivered on top of Tom. His hands caressed her arms and felt the goosebumps on her flesh. He turned his head, and reached for the blanket that was near his head. He grabbed it and flung it over the both of them.

"Thank you," she murmured breathily in his ear. Her response was his arms crossing over her back and pressing her even closer to him. Gradually, sweet slumber overcame them and they lay there for the rest of the night.