You descend the stairs. I watch your graceful body move, drinking it in like sweet nectar.

You show a sly smile and blow me a kiss. Once downstairs you notice that I have placed pillows on the soft, thick rug in front of the fire. I walk up to you and greet you with a slow, soft yet passionate kiss. I tell you to make yourself comfortable.

A few minutes later I join you on the rug. I sit with my back against the couch. Taking your hand in mine, I gently guide you to me. You sit with your back against my chest. And we hold each other close, talking and giggling. I begin to massage your shoulders, feeling them loosen to my touch. The fire feels so safe and good. I kiss your neck and shoulders, massaging you with my lips. I wrap my hands around your stomach, slowly caressing through the soft silk.

You turn your head to meet my kisses with your own. I trail my fingers down your thighs, feeling the warmth of your bare skin. You reach behind yourself to feel my legs, stroke them gently with your nails. I glide my hands up your body to your breasts. Tenderly, I trace their outline through your robe. Your breathing grows deeper. I find the hardness of your nipples with my fingers. Slowly circling them. I lightly massage each one between my thumb and forefinger.

Our kisses become very hot, tongues intertwined, rubbing back and forth. Your nails dig a little deeper into my skin. I run my fingers slowly down your flat stomach to your thighs once more. I work from the outside in. You uncross your closed legs, and I stroke your inner thighs up and down, back and forth. Your knees rise into the warm air. I slide my hands together to meet at your warm, soft pussy. I caress your neatly trimmed pubic hair. Moving one hand lower and one higher, I find what I’m looking for. I cup your swelling breast with my right hand, as I softly tease your pussy with my left. My fingers circle it entirely, running up and down the slit. I can feel the wetness already. I trail my fingers around the tender opening. At this, you start to suck my tongue into your tender mouth. I get my fingertips good and wet and work my way to your hard little clit, rubbing it ever so gently in tiny circles.

You start breathing more rapidly, softly moaning. Your nails dig even deeper, running up and down my legs. Your hands reach behind me to feel my ass. Squeezing your hands together, you feel my hardness at your back. I pick up the tempo with my hands, one working and kneading your full breasts, the other rubbing your clit very fast now. You break your lock on my mouth to tell me not to stop, never stop. You say that you’re going to come. I say, “Yes, baby, please come. Because I want to taste it.”

My hands, along with your breath, move faster still. Your hips start to buck back and forth. You start to come with a mighty force. You scream at the top of your lungs, making the swallows outside take flight. You scream, “Yes! Yes! Oh God, yes!” You climax, writhing on the floor under my hands. As your breathing catches up to you we sit holding each other, sipping cocoa that is now warm at best. You kneel in front of me at eye level. You kiss me long and hard on the mouth. You thank me over and over. I tell you it’s my pleasure.