Cozy by the Fireplace

Snow is trickling down slowly outside our window. Finally, you and I have an evening to ourselves. No work. No family. Nothing to do, except to be together.

Our cozy home is filled with the scent of everything we love about winter:woodland pine and spruce mixed together with the spices of mulled wine boiling on the stove.

“Okay, I told you this was the right recipe!”

“These spices are really starting to smell good.”

“Hmmmmm.”

You've left me in charge of the fire while you tend to the spiced drink in the kitchen. And from here, as I kneel on the wool rug and tend to the fire, I can smell the cloves and star anise drifting through the air. Am I right?

I can't wait to just hold you in my arms and settle in for the night. You're standing near the stove looking incredibly cute; a wooden spoon in your hand… as your shoulders, torso, and hips bounce gently to the music.

As soon as I'm done kindling the flames, I make my way to the kitchen. I approach you with quiet steps, just admiring the outline of your body and entertaining the idea of how we might pass the time this evening.

I stand behind you for a moment before I press my warm body against you. I bury my face in your silky hair, inhaling the unmistakable scent of you.

“Mmmm. Hello.”

You're dressed in an oversized polo-neck jumper; the snowy white of the sweater offsetting your sparkling eyes as it hangs just above your knees,exposing your bare legs.

As I close my eyes, I hike the jumper up a little. I let my fingers trail down from the sides of your bare hips, not too fast, nor too slow. I curl my hand around the soft flesh of your outer thighs and squeeze gently. I massage the area where your hips meet your ass and trail soft touches down your smooth skin.

You push your buttocks against me as if to let me know you've still got a little bit of cooking to do…

“Stop distracting me. This is a delicate operation…”

And so I leave your legs and bring my fingers to the fabric against your neck which I push downward in order to kiss your soft flesh made moist by the warmth of the kitchen and the wool and the steam from the fragrant pot.

I am sucking and kissing on you, leaving small red love bites against your flesh.

“Mmmmm. That’s nice, baby.”

You tilt your neck and face back, unable to resist, and turn your head towards me as you continue to jiggle against my waist. Your buttocks rock gently from side to side against my hardening cock. I reach around for your breasts to feel them in my hands.

You discarded your bra long ago and I notice your nipples are already slightly hardened. I hold each breast in my hand and drag my thumbs along the outer rim of your nipples, slowly encircling them, teasing them with little strokes. I knead the supple mounds, massaging them with a firm but gentle touch.

“Oh yeah. Mmmm.”

Then, just as quickly, as if in time to the changing tempo…you dip the wooden spoon into the wine and hold it to my lips to taste.

“How do you like these spicy fruits? Hmmm?”

The fleshy lobe of your ear suddenly captures all of my attention as I pluck it into my mouth like the juiciest of grapes. I turn you around. I want to kiss you properly now.

And just before we pull apart, you lap up the last remaining taste of the wine from my lips, cleaning me up with your insatiable tongue.

We separate briefly to fill our glasses with the deep-red wine before making our way straight to the living room. Finally, we can sit down and relax.

The room is toasty and still so fragrant as we settle onto the sofa. I throw a blanket around our laps and slip my arm around your shoulder.

“Mmmmm.”

We sip our drinks intermittently, the warm and spicy liquid filling our mouths, before we kiss each other once again. Mmm, the taste of your lips is so addictive…

I cup your face, taking your tongue deeper and deeper into my mouth. I just can't help it. It feels so good to be sitting with you, to be warm by the fire raging across from us in brilliant shades of red and orange. I run my hands along your bare legs and your entire body shivers in response.

I down the rest of my wine and place my empty glass on the coffee table so that I can have full use of my hands. I drag my fingers from your calves,up to the backs of your knees, up to the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. I make small circles around…and around…as if moving in time with the music. Mmm, you’re not wearing any panties.

You grin up at me from ear to ear, as if to say “surprise.” You shimmy your hips up against my hand, imploring me to touch you even more. The fleshy muscles of your pussy lips are warm and wet, like silk against my fingers. My thumb moves oh-so-softly, up and down, spreading you open to feel the inner flesh. I can feel your wetness slowly spreading through you as I massage your inner labia with long, slow caresses. Up and down through the length of you…

“Oh, baby. That’s amazing.”

I drift my touch upwards and slowly make my way to your hard little clit.

I press down against it for one…two…three seconds…before bringing my finger up to my lips and sucking on it gently, before bringing my finger up to my lips and sucking on it gently. I taste your unique flavor, so different from the wine,before my hand disappears again beneath the blanket and between your heated legs.

I rub my moist thumb against your clit. First clockwise…just like that, baby. Yes…mm, you’re getting so wet...and then, counterclockwise. You like how I touch you, hmm?

As you wriggle back and forth against my hand, you throw your head and neck back against the back of the sofa.

“Oh, yeah.”

Finally, when I’ve teased you enough, I trail my fingers downward and then…I slip them so slowly up inside of you. I explore the inside of your pussy.

You’re incredibly wet and the walls of your vagina suck my fingers up quite eagerly. I slither my fingers in and out of you. Oh, yeah…

“You like that, do you?”

“Yeah?”

In…and out. My fingers are so deep inside of you. Your pussy is so hungry for me, isn’t it? I reach deeper every time my hand slides inside of you...

My thumb continues to rub gently around and around your clit periodically dipping into your wet pussy to lubricate my active fingers. Ahhh, you feel so good…and I love watching that look on your face, like you’re in heaven surrounded by celestial light, like you never want me to stop.

Your eyes flutter open and shut, your mouth agape; your little tongue peeking out. You look so fucking hot and all I want to do is make you cum.

I subtly make my way out of the blanket, keeping you tucked in as I get down on my knees on the rug beneath the couch. I dip my hands up the blanket from the floor, find your legs on the sofa and guide them down so that the soles of your feet touch the ground.

I spread your legs wide while looking deep into your eyes. You have no idea how much I want to taste you. I lift the blanket and disappear underneath, only to be confronted with your open pussy. The sight of you surrounds me underneath.

Your pussy looks so delicious under here. God, it’s going to send me over the edge. My hands find your waist and bring you closer to my face. You’re perched at the edge of the sofa as my tongue slides against your labia and licks at your wetness.

Mmm, you’re so wet as I lick every inch of you, every crevice. I lick you greedily up and down. Mmm…I love the way you taste. I dip my tongue into the opening of your vagina.

Oh, god, yeah. My tongue circles around your clit so slowly. I flick my tongue across it again and again…just teasing you as you instinctively spread yourself open for me.

My tongue pushes into you, as deep as it will go, until I can feel you arching your back from above the blanket. Your hips push forward as my mouth feasts on your pussy lips and plucks at your clit; my tongue swirling around and around as it swells.

I focus all my attention on your clit now, licking and sucking over and over again, while simultaneously fingering your wet and open vagina. Your desire gushes out of you as you writhe up and down.

Your thighs quiver and shake around my head, I can hardly breathe beneath this blanket, but I am ravenous for you. The sensory stimulation is overwhelming with the power of your clenching thighs…and the sound of your muffled groaning…and the hot little whimpering coming from above.

My mouth and face are plastered against your pussy which you’re shoving desperately now up against me. I cup both your ass cheeks in my hands so that you’re sitting on them and allow my free fingers to graze and gently tickle your anus.

God, I love the sight of you squirming around like this. Your clit feels so swollen against my tongue.

Can you take much more? Your thighs are nearly choking me in pleasure. You love this, don’t you? You love my tongue driving you fucking insane, huh? Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to make you cum nice and hard.

My fingers caressing and tapping at your sensitive ass hole and the sensation of my wet, mouth eating you out in the darkness and the heat, is more than enough to send you over the edge.

I throw the blanket off of me and come up gasping for air.

Sweat prickles my flushed skin. We breathe heavily together, your chest rising and falling as pleasure streams endlessly out of you. After how hot and heavy we just got, the fire feels a bit too warm.

I reach for your glass of wine and hand it to you, in case you need to hydrate. The smell of your pussy against my mouth and beard is intoxicating. You’re much too tender to be touched right now but eventually, I make my way up to the sofa and plant a fragrant kiss on your lips.

Happy holidays, baby.