An Autumn Eve of Wintery Fire

"before... huh? I think that might not be that bad of an idea at all...", you take off your shoes and stroll to the sofa. I hear your feet patter against the concrete floor. As you sit on the couch, your body sinks into it as though it were one large cushion. The fur cover is by far one of the softest things that has ever graced your skin. Its delicate silky hairs slightly tickle every inch they touch.

As I reach the kitchen, I open a black boxed wine fridge situated on the marble top. Inside is a green bottle of chilled champagne I'd been saving for a just such special occasion as this. I grab two champagne flutes that hang below the top cupboards. I make my way to where you are and place the bottle on the wooden table along with the glasses. I see you sat, crossed legged, hand caressing the fur inviting me to sit. I sit next to you, though leave some distance between us so as not to reveal my inner impatience. I grab the bottle and unravel the top. With a firm twist, I pop the cork, immediately placing the spout to one of the slender glasses. The foamy brilliant liquid pours into the flute as bubbles dance upwards. I proceed slowly so as to let you simmer and pour the second glass. Finally, I hand it to you.

For the first time this evening, we look at each other. Not as passionate lovers, but as companions in the night. Despite my inner most desire to ravage you, my mind veers off course as my heart twinges when thinking this may be the only time we spend together. I contemplate longer than I should before you place your finger on my lips. I look at you and know the feeling is mutual. You shake your head slowly; these words are not meant to be said. You cheer my glass, and our glasses gleefully chime.

I drink it down, the cool liquid refreshing me and squashing any pain I might feel in the moment. You place your glass on the table and then caress my face with those cold silky hands. You lean in, pressing your lips softly against my own. It's a small kiss at first, but it throws any concerns I have to the wind. I lean forward into another, and the intensity grows. With each touch of our lips there's an increased voracity building between us.

Suddenly, the time between the park and now is indivisible and the passion has renewed. You fall back into the couch, with myself blanketing you. I once again go for your neck and make my way to your lobe. I nibble softly, as you claw your hands at my back. I move back to remove my shirt and you lift your dress above your head, it snags here and there, but with no more than a few shimmy's, it is no more. You toss it serendipitous away from us.

It is in this moment I see you for the first time completely bare. My heart literally flutters for a moment as I am in utter awe at your beauty. Your pale skin contrasts the fiery red hair and brown fur cover below, which oddly compliments your deep brown eyes. Your breasts; ample, but not excessively so with small pink eraser sized nipples protruding in anticipation. Your thin waist and soft slender stomach give way to the bottom of your hourglass figure. You are devoid of any hair and you mound is flush red, dripping with urgent expectancy.

You lay back, and you are angelic, hands sprawled to the side like the tiny wings of the creature you are. You look at me, toned and bare chested. From my navel down, sprouts a well-groomed line leading below. There is a hint of a v between my waist and abs, beckoning you to venture. Your eyes are once again filling with the ferocity once seen before and you lash out at my belt. Before I am able to even comprehend your action, you have already undone this trivial lock holding up my grey pants and unzipped me.

With two hands, you pull them down slowly. Your eyes glimmer as though it is Christmas day and are opening a long-awaited gift. The tip, a perfect head, round and with the tiniest droplet of substance leaking from the topmost point. You proceed to unwrap this so-called gift and are amazed to see how far it goes. The pink fleshy shaft leads its way down to the bottom. Here, completely devoid of mane, resides a plump purse containing two enlarged orbs. Your mind is in autopilot now, as your one hand cradles them, the other grasping onto the base of the hardened rod.

You see the glistening droplet and desire drives you forward. With the flat of your tongue, you lick from the bottom all the way to the top. The tip of your tongue steals the droplet and the salty taste only motivates you to want more. You swirl your tongue around the tip, pulling it into your mouth. You slide down, with one hand grasping firmly and the other tugging lightly. My mind is in a whirlwind of sensation and I lean my head back letting out a guttural moan deep from within my chest. I look down in sheer ecstasy and I brush your hair away so I can see your efforts. I softly grab your fiery locks which only seems to instill further effort on your part. I pull you in deep softly, and amazingly you slide down without struggle. With a continued grasp at the base, you suck while slithering your tongue along the underside as you rise. Once you reach the top, you pop the top out, swirl your tongue around it again, and delve back with ever increasing enthusiasm. My moans seem to encourage you further and further, deeper and deeper with each attempt.

I do my best to control myself, but eventually I can feel my urge begin to take over. The harder I grab your hair and pull, the more enticed you seem to get. Soon, I'm in total disbelief at how capable you are and the intensity of your performance.

I am struggling to maintain concentration now, as the world begins spinning faster and faster. I am grunting some primordial sound that begins to instinctively take over. I want to speak, but something holds back my tongue. I feel a pressure growing, and your tugging and slurping do nothing but to throw combustibles, igniting the fire within further.

In my final moment, I am able to muster all my concentration together for one brief warning. "I'm close", I moan loudly. You delve down one final time, tugging with a pressured squeeze to drain every ounce out of me. I erupt into your mouth, filling it. My mind soars, as I feel this energy caress me from out to within. As you remove your mouth off me, you look into my eyes, bringing me back into reality. Your mouth open; overflowing. Your continued stroking instills yet another eruption into the air and onto your chest, followed by a third.

Finally returning to reality, I cusp your face in my hands. You close your mouth and smile, consuming the savory essence like it is your lifeblood, reveling in the taste. You rub the few spots where the milky syrup landed and rub as though you were elegantly putting on some sort of skin lotion. You grab your breasts, squeezing them together; squishing the droplets remaining and pressing against your nipples. Despite my adventure beyond, you are already preparing me for yet another as you trace your fingers from base to tip, billowing the embers within my forge.

You pull my pants down further until they are just another article on the floor. You grab me by the arms and pull me down. Your lips locking against mine. Not wanting to discomfort you, I roll you over so that you are straddling on top of me. My moment to recompose is over and your passionate fury re-instills a growing ferocity within me. It's only been but a moment, and yet I am ready for more.

I pull you up my body so that my tip just brushes your entrance. You look at me, placing your hand behind my head, as I do yours. You slide down and I feel your smooth burning velvet encompass me. Our eyes look at each other with irrepressible intensity. Your dark chocolate eyes gazing deep into my cerulean wonder. Once you have glided to the bottom, you recline back, filling you as you've never felt before. You brush you hands down my arms. Our fingers interlocking as you lift yourself gyrating your hips and threatening eject me, but stopping at the right moment, only to slip back down. You close your eyes and your ruby lips part. The slightest moan escapes you, like a whimper crying out for more.

You move my hands to your breasts as I grasp them, squeezing them together hard. You lean further back, clutching onto my thighs for steadiness as you continue to ride. The feeling is amazing but my renewed focus allows me to concentrate on exactly what I know you need of me. As you move up, I piston my own hips pulling all the way out, then as you descend, I thrust forward in harmony, pushing deeper than you'd imagined ever possible. As our plunging passion hastens, I move my mouth to your neck. I bite hard and you begin to descend into madness. I grope you and twist your eraser like nub, sending your further into the wild spire.

Your moaning, which started as a whimper, increases in both volume and pitch. What was once a soft kitten's meow is now a growling tigress. Your nails begin digging into my thigh as though you were spurring a galloping steed. I am thrusting hard into you and you are forcibly shoving yourself down, impaling yourself as deep as humanly possible. Each time you bottom out, you are screaming wildly.

Within minutes, I can feel your orgasm approaching yet again. Your wetness becomes ever more slick, the heat almost scorching. You begin to shudder and shake with every thrust. I take your nipple into my mouth, and it is this tiny action that sends you over the edge, once again opening the flood gates as you quiver uncontrollably. While not as intense as the one before, you allow the sensation to overtake your mind. Movement is paused momentarily as you hit your pinnacle, then begin to return to the reality at hand. As your rhythm tapers off to a slow lull, you look at me, weary, pleased; yet, hidden behind those eyes something tell me, not fulfilled just yet.

Through your panting, you muster something quiet that I can't quite hear. I look at you puzzled and ask what you said. You take a deep breath and compose yourself as best you can considering, and repeat yourself louder. "I want to try something... but... you have to promise... not to do anything I don't tell you" you say, still breathing heavily.

My mind is dizzy, and I lay back, placing my arms behind my neck. I am confused, but something in me pushes me to pursue this intriguing itch. "Ok" is the only word my mind can even comprehend at this moment.

You lift yourself off me slowly, moaning as it reaches its tip. With one small movement, my damp still solid member slips out, slapping my abdomen as you let out an almost inaudible whine. I see your naked figure skate across the cold floor, as you move toward the bathroom. I can see the light turn on inside, and you disappear. I roll to my side, finally catching my breath. I pick up the precipitating green bottle and pour yet another glass of champagne, gulping it down and attempting to quench my insatiable thirst.

Through the frosted glass, I can barely make out your location within the room, but can hear the quiet shuffling and moving of objects. Suddenly it stops. I have no idea what you are doing but if my curiosity hadn't been piqued before, it absolutely is now. After a few minutes, you turn off the light from within and emerge. Stepping out, your smooth alabaster skin glows as your burning red hair flows with each step. You walk to the door, flicking off the remaining lights, shrouding the room in darkness and cautiously glide to the sofa.

You sit on the edge of the couch next to my pelvis, I scuttle further into the rear cushions to give you more room. You take the bottle of champagne, allowing a few drops to sputter to the ground. You pour a full glass, and after a long-winded breath, quaff it all down in one go.

You gradually lay next to me, spooning, as your soft skin touches my body. Our legs intertwine, and I put my arm around you. You clutch my hand and place it under your chin. I trace my thumb down your jawline, as you close your eyes. After a minute of me holding you tightly, not wanting to ever let you go, you finally speak. "I know... we don't know each other, at all. I don't even know your name right now."

I want to speak but resist the urge as deep within I truly want to hear what you have to say. Your ferocious confident self has now melted, and your soft-spoken voice is now one of honesty and subtle insecurity.

You pause hesitantly, pushing away the dopamine inducing thoughts that brought us here to the intimate moment at hand. You refocus and speak with a more assured voice. "I won't ask any questions, and tonight, I don't want you to ask any either. I just... if tonight is our one night together, I want to have one unique experience to remember you by."

I am still unsure what you are speaking of. Despite your objections, I truly want to tell you everything there is about me; to learn every detail about you and fulfill every curious aspect I have of you. For a moment, we share this raw emotional moment, and I hold back the building urge to let my emotions get the best of me. This isn't about me. This is about you, and if this is your request then I willingly oblige.

After a moment of silence, laying in the dark, I muster myself to finally speak. "I... I hope tonight isn't our only night, but understand if it is. Regardless, I will always remember tonight and... can only hope that you will too".

I can sense my words delve to your very core, and you pull my hand to your lips, pressing them softly against it. You move your body and tell me to pull the cover down over us. I do so, as if we are wrapping ourselves into a fluffy cocoon. You roll and face me head on. You avoid the gaze you've maintained the entire night, but stare at my lips instead. Your hands graze my smooth face, pulling me in for a soft kiss. Your smooth legs graze my own, and we share this uniquely dear moment together. Our soft kisses continue.

At first, you nibble my bottom lip. Next a soft graze of your tongue. I hold all my inhibitions to kiss you deeply, passionately, and move at the speed you set. After several minutes, my patience is rewarded as you begin to kiss me deeper. Your soft almost meek kisses have begun to return to your primitive state. You begin pulling me in, your tongue twisting and dancing with my own. Your hands move down under the blankets to where our bodies squirm further heating the enclosed space.

I feel your cold wet hands grasp me and am somewhat confused. I see the wet champagne bottle and table and assume this to be the culprit. You begin to use both hands, lusciously and sleekly stroking every inch of me, making sure to rub into every fold. I am now fully rigid once again but maintain my promise. You roll over pulling my hand to your breast and massaging it into the pillowy mound. You pull my other hand below and around you. With your back to me, you continue to roll my hand on your breast. You clasp the other one and bring it to your mouth, nibbling, biting and licking the tip of my thumb.

"Kiss, my neck. Softly..." you whisper. We are alone in this darkness together and your whisper cuts through the silence. I place my lips to just below your ear, where your rose colored hair gives way to your snowy smooth skin. I plant just the softest kiss imaginable, my chin brushing your shoulder as I do so. I follow it up with another, slightly lower than the last as you close your eyes.

Your breathing becomes heavier and I can feel your heart just starting to race. Our inhales and exhales slowly become in sync and soon, much like our dancing that came previously, we seem united in all our movements.

I am nearing the base of your neck now, still the almost ticklish kisses continue. Through my lips, I can feel the goosebumps form as they send shivers down your body. "My ear, harder, but not too hard...", your whisper gives hints of your voice now, no longer just wispy and quiet.

I move to the bottom most point, parting my lips ever so slightly and I press them onto it. I open once again, allowing the very slightest tip to brush you. Rolling slightly and then back again, you press yourself further into me. You scrape your teeth against my thumb, releasing my hand from yours.

"Keep kissing me, but don't move", you warn me with impatience. I continue to focus solely on my mouth's tender actions and refrain from moving and an inch of my body further. I feel you slide your hand below, grabbing me. You move slightly forward granting you enough room to place things exactly where you want. You handle me like a lever, moving me right into place. I can feel myself now between your thighs. The tip brushes between your folds. You rock back and forth, using your hand to press me against your sensitive pearl. Little sighs now escape your mouth, your world is beginning to twirl. After a minute or so, the rocking has become intense. You are building your pleasure, enticing me and driving me wild. I want to grab you and do all the worst things imaginable, but I clench my teeth and bare with unending fortitude.

You sway your hips and the tip enters you ever so slightly. You gyrate, spinning me in your warm embrace not delving any deeper than this. I groan in anticipation. It is here where you move me out and make the readjustment you've been planning in your mind. Slightly back you move me as you press at the entrance. You pull air through your wide-open mouth, filling your lungs and holding it with all you can. Between your own juices and something other slick substance I gradually slip into the crevice.

I pause, stunned silence shutting every inch of me. Your grasp me more tightly than anything I'd ever felt as you linger in this infinite moment paused in time. A whimper escapes you, and the fear that I may be causing even the slightest ounce of pain enters my mind. But I follow your directions to the t, not questioning, not speaking, not moving.

Your eyes are wide staring into the darkness of the room. It is unimaginable and nigh unbearable, yet something in you persists. Something in you craves this. You latch onto that feeling and slowly begin to accommodate your desire. The pressure in your lungs begin to become intolerable and you release calmly. Doing so pushes an inescapable moan out of you, the likes of which you'd not known before this moment. It reassures all my concerns and I continue my statuesque presence.

Your craving from within begins to overtake you, telling you to proceed. Your momentum downward is haltingly gentle, and you eventually begin your descent. Time has ceased to exist for us, and all I can do is remain fortitudinous. Despite the pressure building within me, I restrain myself and allow the scorching satin to encompass my yearning appetite.

Inside, your frenzied greed tells you to succumb to itself. Through careful poise and control over your lust, you achieve your goal, finally having pressed yourself against my body fully. The feeling is incredible yet indescribable. The connection between us is nigh ethereal. You pause once again, melting into the lustful hunger you so desire.

You begin your ascension, every nerve now sending bolts of pleasure throughout. I am biting my tongue so severely at this moment to stifle my urge that the concern I may go too far enters my mind. This new sensation fills your most intimate longing, scratching an itch you never knew existed. You are lost in the moment entirely as you begin to move once more. What was a snail's pace has now edged into a crawl. Your other sensations begin to bleed back into existence as you begin using my hands to knead your chest.

Mumbles to an unknown deity escape your mouth as own releases it's most primitive sounds. With every plunge, you pull as much of the cool air into your lungs as possible and release sultry carnality with every escalation.

Something is building, charging further and further with each passing moment to some unknown destination. You know not where this will take you but rush toward it with reckless abandon. You are forcing my hands to pull and compress your buttons, sending us both further into hysteria. Minutes pass like the second hand on a clock.