Edging by the Fire

“Okayyy, one hot chocolate with whipped cream…And one hot chocolate with whipped cream, marshmallows…And… an extra dusting of cinnamon.”

“You know me so well.”

You settle down next to me on the couch and take a sip of your hot chocolate.

“Ahhh…perfect.”

“What?”

“You’ve got a whipped cream mustache!”

“Is that right…?”

I lick the cream off my lips with my tongue as you wipe it off your upper lip with a napkin.

You make the best hot chocolates. I’ve tried making it exactly as you tell me, but it’s never as good as when you make it.

The log fire spits and crackles, and you drag the comforter over us both, draping your arm around the back of the couch. You pull me into your side, and I snuggle up with you, and you place a single kiss on the top of my head.

Mmm… This is exactly what I need…

“Glad we canceled going to your friend’s party?”

“Mmm, absolutely.”

“Yeah, you know my social clock times out after like, ten minutes at one of those things.”

“The older I get, the more I’m like that too.”

“We’ll just be little hermits together, hm?”

Don’t get me wrong, Finn’s dinner parties are fun. The food’s amazing, and it’s nice to see familiar faces outside of work.

But I’m not exactly in the mood for charades and Finn’s insisting we gather around his mini grand piano for at least one oldie-but-goodie song.

“Marshmallow?”

“Mm, please…”

You take one of the mini marshmallows nestled in the cream on my hot chocolate. It’s got a light dusting of cocoa and cinnamon, and you bring it to my lips.

“Mmm, that’s good…”

You’re the type who needs at least three business days of rest after a social gathering. Aaaand it doesn’t help that it’s really starting to snow outside.

Judging by how heavy it is, if we’d gone to the party, we’d have been snowed in. And I am not prepared for overnight piano singing to keep up morale.

I take a spoonful of the whipped cream, you always leave me a little spoon in the mug, and savour the taste on my tongue.

This, and snuggled up with you by the log fire, watching the snow… It’s…It’s perfect.

“It’s a good thing we canceled. It looks like we might get snowed in. ”

“It does, doesn’t it? Lucky for you… I got us all stocked for the New Year. ”

“Did you?”

“And yes, before you ask, I got the log rolls, more hot chocolate, and the chicken’s in the freezer.”

“I love you.”

“Can’t say I don’t look after you.”

I pull the comforter up to my chest, wrapping the sides around us while you take a sip of your hot chocolate. I set mine down on the coffee table.

“Ahhh”

“You okay?”

I roll my shoulder, trying to work the tension out of the muscle. It’s not helping.

“Yeah, I just…tweaked my shoulder. I think I slept on it wrong. It’s been playing up all day. ”

You put your hot chocolate next to mine and sit up on the couch, opening up your legs and patting the space between.

“Right. Come on. Step into my office. ”

You wrap your arms around my waist and pull me between your legs.

“There...”

Your chest is solid against my back, and I curl my knees up, sinking into your warmth. I love it when you’re like this, all snuggly and affectionate.

“You’re so soft…”

“Mmm… I could stay like this all night… ”

“Fine by me…”

You brush your hands over my shoulders as you place slow, sweet kisses on my cheeks. Tucking your fingers under my hair and starting to massage.

“Mmm…”

“Wow, you’ve really got some tension up here.”

“Urgh…tell me about it. The post-Christmas crash…New Year… Sooo many work emails..”

“Well…Everything’s done…and you’re off work for two weeks… So no more stress, okay? I’ve got you… ”

“But emails ”

“Ah - You’ve done enough. No more workaholic, you’re on holiday now. Let me take care of the rest, okay? ”

“Okay…Mmm, right there, feel that knot? ”

“Yeah, I got it…”

I purse my lips, squeezing your thigh as you work your thumb deeper over the knot in my back. Yes, it hurts…but it hurts so good that I find myself leaning more into your touch.

“I know, I know…There, it’s letting go… ”

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Already, I feel the tightness ease and relief coursing through my body.

I relax back against your chest, letting my head fall back into the crook of your shoulder.

“Mmm…”

“Better?”

“Better...”

Your cheek brushes against mine, and your eyes darken slightly, flickering down to my lips.

You wrap your arms around my front, cupping my jaw as I melt back into you. Being like this, with you…

I take this over any night at a dinner party, where we both want to leave the moment the small talk starts.

Even after all this time together, I’ve never gotten over how soft your lips are against mine. And how you put everything into every kiss.

I’ve never once felt like anything but you’re number one. Your priority, in every way.

Heat rushes up my body from my toes, and I reach back, pulling you deeper into the kiss. Your tongue gradually exploring my mouth, dancing sensuously against mine.

I take your hands in mine and slip them under my t-shirt, up my stomach, and over the swell of my breasts.

I push them into your palms, feeling the friction as your hips flex against my ass. Your lips trace over the shell of my ear, and you lightly nip the lobe between your teeth.

You a little tense here, too?

“Yeah…”

You kiss the spot just below my ear that sends my nerves all tingly. Brushing your thumbs over my nipples and giving them a little pinch.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah...”

I feel the tip of your nose gliding down my neck to the crook, my teeth grazing against my lower lip as you brush soft, light kisses along my shoulder.

Your hands wander, and I let them, brushing my hands over your grey sweatpant-covered thighs.

My hips buck slightly as you drag your thumb over my nipple and massage my breast.

I grind my ass back into you, and I can feel you starting to get hard as you flex your hips back against me.

mmm, that’s good…

Your fingers trail down my stomach and slip under the waistband of my plaid, PJ bottoms, under my underwear…

“Hmmm…That’s it. I’ve got you… ”

My fingers splay out across your thighs as you find my clit, massaging in slow, languid circles. My head falls back onto your shoulder, heat flushing in my cheeks as another log cracks in the fire.

I love how you tighten your hold around me, circling the pad of your middle finger around my nipple. Pleasure pools between my legs, building with your lazy, steady rhythm.

You know it’s the best way to get me off. Not rushing.

“I’ve got an idea…”

“Yeah? ”

“I want to see…how long you can last. And tease you…Until you just have to cum…”

“I like the sound of that…”

“I might edge you a little…”

“Just a little?”

“Just a little…”

“Oh... god... yes.”

You slow down…massaging in slow, gentle circles.

God, it feels so good…

“Mmm, please…”

“Not yet… Just hold on a little longer for me… ”

I want to cum so badly, but I love giving you control like this. Letting you take charge.

Even with all the pent-up pleasure in me, teetering on the edge, I feel myself relaxing more into you. Feeling myself just surrender to you…

Exactly where I want to be.

“Breathe… that’s it… You’re doing so well… ”

“Please…please, I want to cum ”

You tighten your arm around me, burying your face in my neck.

“Ohh, I know… I know it feels good. Just let me take control…I promise, I’ll make you feel so good… ”

Fffuuuucckk, I love it when you talk to me like this. You tighten your arm around me, pulling me even more flush against you. My grip on your sweats tightens, and my hips flex into your fingers.

Working oh-so-slowly…feeling the gentle pulse of pleasure between my thighs. I let my head fall back on your shoulder, eyes closed, and my lips parted in pleasure.

“There you go…I can feel you getting even wetter for me… ”

My feet curl and flex under the blanket, and I tilt my head towards you. Your breath tickles my forehead, and I just get lost in you.

Your warmth, your scent… You slip your fingers through my folds, and I meet your slow, deliberate pace.

Back and forth, circling my hips as you work my clit, both of us savoring every moment. I know I want to cum, but I love how you never rush things.

You draw out every moment of pleasure we can have together. Everything about this, being with you…I can surrender, be completely vulnerable, and know you’re there to keep me safe.

I’ve never been like this with anyone but you. I tried different things when I dated in the past, but it was all about rushing.

The orgasm was the endgame, not the pleasure shared together. Not the connection, the intimacy.

“Are you ready for a finger inside you?”

“Yes…”

“Ohh my god…You’re so wet… ”

You slip your middle finger inside me, in and out, while you brush your palm against my clit.

I grip your forearm tighter and feel my hips flex instinctively against your hand. Grinding against your palm as you press a kiss to my forehead.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yeah…don’t stop…”

“I won’t, sweetheart. I won’t… ”

“Breathe…Good…You’re doing so well… ”

My body bows against you, but you keep me close. Keeping control over how much I move so I can’t fully let go.

I’m right on the edge. All I have to do is rock a little harder, and I can cum.

But this feels too good to stop. I want to last… I want you to be completely in control.

Warm, sweet pleasure pulses between my legs, and our eyes lock when you curl your finger up to my g-spot and massage.

“I think you’re ready for another finger…”

“Ohhhh”

“You’re getting close…I can feel you squeezing around me… ”

“Can you go a little faster? Please, it feels so good – ”

“Not yet…Be good for me… ”

“On your back. I need to taste you. ”

Without a word, I scramble out of your arms and lie down on my back. You settle between my legs, involuntarily grinding against the blanket.

A shiver runs through my body as I watch you kiss your way up my thighs, draping one of my legs over your shoulder.

My pussy clenches as you get closer, desperate for release. Fuck, I need your lips on me so badly, your fingers back inside me.

Pumping until I split apart with pleasure. You graze your teeth along the sensitive skin and flash me a knowing, mischievous look.

“Ohh, come on. Stop teasing me… ”

“You want me to stop…? Well, if you insist… ”

“No, no please… Don’t stop… I just, I just need you so badly. I need to cum, I want to cum, please… ”

“That’s my girl.”

You pull me flush against you and lap my clit ravenously, like you can’t get enough of me… Fuck, I’m so sensitive it almost hurts, but in a good way.

My hips buck into your face, and my fingers wind into your hair.

“Pull my hair, that’s it…”

I pull slightly at the roots, and my body shudders with need as your moans vibrate against my pussy.

“Ohh my god yes… Just like that… ”

You tease your fingers through my folds, circling them just around my entrance.

“Do you want my fingers again?”

“Uh-huh…”

You slip the same two fingers back inside me, pumping a little harder than before. My whole body bucks and I grip the cushions so hard I think my nails might tear through the fabric.

All the while, you flick your tongue along the sensitive nerves between my legs, moving faster, working the tip back and forth.

White-hot pleasure surges through me.

I know I won’t last longer…you’re overwhelming me so my body gives out and cums so hard I won’t be able to tell what day it is.

Exactly how I like it.

“Oh god, please… Please, can I cum? ”

“Not yet… I’ll tell you when… ”

“Please, I can’t hold on much longer…”

“I know, you poor thing… Just a little longer…”

Ohhh, but your ‘little longer’ is so long… But I don’t want you to stop, it feels too good…

“Babe – I can’t – I’m cumming – please! ”

“Cum for me. You can cum now. Cum on my tongue… ”

“Come on, baby, come on, that’s it, come on…”

“Arrggh yeah that’s it… Let me taste you… ”

You keep going, but slower… Gradually slowing the pace as I come down from my high…

Reverently kissing my inner thighs…then over my belly, up the dip between my breasts… Working your way up my body until you reach my lips.

“Hey…”

“Hey…”

“Hmm…That was amazing ”

“Oh my god, yes… But we’re not done yet. ”

“No?”

I trail my fingers down your chest, lower, and I grip your cock, giving it a few gentle strokes.

I tease you, brushing my lips against yours.

“Your turn.”