It was just after dark as we pulled up to the cabin. The sun gone, the only light coming from the car headlights. The cabin was directly in front of the car, covered in a thick snowy blanket. From the looks of things it had snowed at least twelve inches during the week, I was mentally thanking my foresight in hiring some one to clear the road when it snowed this winter.
As we entered the cabin the air seemed even colder than the outside air. As you began putting the groceries away in the kitchen, I busied myself starting a fire in the large stone fireplace and in the smaller wood stove in the far corner of the cabin. We finished about the same time, and seemed to gravitate to the large couch in front of the fireplace, standing behind it, me behind you, my arms around you, watching the rising flames, feeling the radiant heat on our faces. Pulling you tightly to me, pressing my body against the length of yours, remembering our last time together and smiling softly.
I whispered in your ear, "Would you like to take a walk while the cabin warms up?" The full moon tonight should make it easy to find our way, and it looks so pretty outside." You turned around, smile and said "Sure!" While I had been busy starting a fire, you had opened a bottle of wine... I poured a couple glasses.... handed one to you, smiled and said "Let's go..."
As we were walking away from the cabin, I turned to look back, the smoke rising from the chimney, the soft glow from the windows, the cabin seemed transformed by our presence, awakened almost. Felt myself thinking that I too was feeling very alive at that moment. Taking your hand in mine, we started walking... talking only occassionally at first, soaking in the silence, the beauty of this place.
We walked along the old farm road, down past the original farmhouse, gone now except for the remains of a chimney and foundation, we began to ponder on the lives of those who had lived here, when all of this was one farm. Laughing, talking, almost unaware of the crisp cold night air, except for the wonderful smell in the air.
Without even realizing it, we'd come full circle and were back in front of the cabin. I noticed icicles beginning to form at the roof edge, telling me the cabin was warming nicely. I let go of your hand and ask you to take my wine glass As we pass the wood pile, I load my arms with some extra wood, thinking I'm not going to want to leave your warm body in the middle of the night to do so. Seeing my plan, you smile that smile, the one that always gives me an ache... an ache only you are able to take away.
As I finish putting the wood away, I turn to face the room and see you're lying face down in front of the fireplace. Just lying there, watching the flames dance, lost in your own thoughts. The firelight playing softly over your form, highlighting your beautiful body, I'm overwhelmed with a passion for you.
Walking over to you, kneeing down beside you, watching the fire burn, my hand gently stroking your back. Bending to you, whispering in your ear... "baby, I want so badly to be dancing with you." You turn your head, and smile that smile again, our hands clasped, we stand and begin to dance, slowly, the only "real" music the sounds from the fireplace, the creaks from the warming cabin.
I'm unable to keep my hands off of you.. gliding them up and down your back,
occasionally caressing your ass, pressing our bodies tightly together, feeling myself swell against you. Your head is on my chest... my face is burried in your neck, the wonderful scent of you is filling my head, fueling my passions for you. As we sway to our own beat.. I can feel you pressing your mound against me.. grinding it into me.. deepening the ache only you create.
Moaning softly into your neck... raising my head.. nudging your head with mine, till you look up at me, brushing your lips with mine, feeling your heat, your softness, nibbling at your lips with mine, biting playfully at your chin, unable to stop smiling simply because we're together. Feeling an overwhelming urgent need for you, yet wanting to go slowly, enjoy every single inch of you.
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Almost as if we'd talked about it.... our fingers begin removing the clothes from each other, my breathing becoming ragged as you are exposed to me, the slight flush in your skin betraying your arousal... the swell of your breasts against your bra, the way your panties beautifully frame your body... the way you moan as you touch me, and extract moans from me... Reminding me of just why I love being alone with you.
As we drop to our knees, I begin tracing the outline of your bra with my tongue, slowly covering each place where it touches your skin and hides the remainders of your charms from me... nibbling briefly at each nipple through the cloth before easing you back on the comforter, so I can repeat the process on your panties... tracing the outline with my tongue... flicking lightly at your belly button as I pass it, coming oh so close to you as my tongue passes between your legs. Urging you on to your stomach.
Placing my hands on your shoulders, straddling you, I begin to slowly massage your back, bending often to nibble at your back with my lips after my fingers have relaxed you... feeling you shudder
occasionally, drawing my fingers down your spine, smiling, remembering when that exact touch put you into an orgasmic frenzy one night.
Slowly rubbing, pressing, pulling, and kissing every inch of your back... feeling the tension has been released, bending, pressing my body against yours... whispering in your ear.. "baby, I'm so aroused by you, so in need of you, you are soooo sexy." Biting your earlobe gently, and sliding off of you, my hand still lightly caressing your back.
Your hands begin to wander over my body, lightly touching me, stroking my thighs.. my arms.. barely grazing... almost only the heat from your hands touching me... teasing me with ever more pressure... and casual brushes over my stiffening cock.. causing it to twitch... my hips to rock... to feel more of you..
Pressing your lips to my nipple, my fingers playing in your hair... biting, flicking your tongue over it.. small moans escape my mouth... and finally you wrap your hand around my raging cock... stroking it slowly.. easily.. you hand occasionaly drifting down, caressing my balls... teasing me... bringing my arousal levels higher and higher... then pausing.. looking up at me.. smiling.... whispering "I think we need some more wine... Don't you?"
My body aching for you, shivering with the pleasure you've just wrought from it... I chuckle, and say "Yes, you're right... let me get it." Smiling at you as I get up.. my erection pointing the way to the wine... looking back at you, your body wonderfully illuminated by the glow of the fireplace... "Baby, you know that I love it when you tease me this way... but it's been so long since we were together!"
You smile that tremendous wicked smile of yours... "That just makes it all the more fun, don't ya think?"
After filling the wine glasses, and returning to you... we sit watching the fire... you between my legs... leaning back against me... sipping the wine, talking, touching, laughing... my arousal at times almost overwhelming in its intensity for you... making it very difficult to just sit with you, but always knowing, that in the end, it will have been worth it.
Watching the fire.. feeling so at ease with you, almost drifting off at times.. our heads bumping... laughing... When I realize that the fire is slowly burning down, reluctantly, I unwrap my arms from around you and place another couple logs on the fire, wanting to be sure the cabin stays very comfortable tonight.
I turn to rejoin you, and find you've moved, and are now lying on the bed, propped up on some pillows watching me, and idly touching yourself. Soft slow caresses, again feeling my arousal grow as I walk toward the bed, my eyes moving up and down your body, stopping to look deeply into your eyes as I approach. Seeing the desire evident in you, I slip between your legs, and begin slowly kissing my way up your body.
Starting with your feet, kissing you softly, kissing each toe, running my tongue the length of your foot... watching your eyes... listening to you giggle.. moving upwards... to your ankle. Softly kissing each bump and valley of your ankle... trailing my tongue upwards over your calf... kissing, licking, sucking at your skin... the taste of you thrilling me... stopping at your knee, placing my lips against the soft skin at the back of your knee.. kissing you softly there... running my tongue over the skin, so silken against me. Then moving to your other leg.
Repeating the slow kissing trail up your leg... but changing it just enough that you can't quite anticipate where my lips will touch next... listening to the sounds of your arousal, your breathing, the soft moans from your lips. Watching your face... your smile... your hands clutching the sheets... stroking my face... my hair... my chest, smiling at you.
Running my hands up and down your legs...
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