Archive-name: SpecMome/winter4.txt
Archive-author: Nite Crawler
Archive-title: Winter Passion - 4


IV. THE STEAMY SHEETS
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Arriving  at entry to your room, I distract you with neck
nuzzles  as you attempt to  open the door. My  hands move over
your  chest as I press close from behind. Apparently you enjoy
the  feeling,  for  you drop  the  keys,  lean back  and moan.
Realizing  we are still in the hall, I desists and you pull me
forward  through the open door.  Once it is closed  behind us,
you  turn and  our mouths  meet for  further exchanges.   Your
fingers  are  digging into  my ass, and  I reciprocate to  our
mutual pleasure. Then you pull away to change, and I go to the
hearth to start a fire.

With a little time and patience, a feeble  flame  starts,
then  grows into a warm cracking inferno. I move to the bed to
test  the water within, and the silk sheet coverings. From the
fire,  to  the sheets,  then to the  mirrors above, all  looks
ready. Then I hear a rustle and look to view a  truly  perfect
sight.

Although  I have seen  you naked before,  with the  wispy
gown covering you, and the light streaming through  the  sheer
fabric to accent the delicate curves underneath, you look even
better.  My face must have spoke these feelings for you laugh,
then   turn  off  the  lights.   With  only  the  ruddy   glow
illuminating  you, and the  stars filling the  sky outside,  I
step forward to resume our play. Yet before I can  reach  you,
the  gown slithers to your feet, and you meet me in the center
of the room. I drop my shorts and our flesh once again  is  in
complete   contact.  We  begin  anew  with  locked  lips,  and
wandering hands.

Steering  you to the  bed, we recline  as small  wavelets
slosh  outwards. By the time the return to our position we can
not feel any motion, only each other. I pull the  cool,  slick
sheets  over  us, knowing  that soon our  shared heat will  be
enough.  And  soon  it  is,  for  even  though  we  have  felt
satisfaction,   the   atmosphere   is  conducive   to   erotic
encounters.  But  now  the setting  is  for  something  a  bit
different.

Even though our mouths do not part, my hands  are  moving
steadily  lower  to those  warm and misty  regions. I take  my
hardening penis and slide it over the wet opening of your lust
tunnel. Moans answer my actions, so I continue  this  teasing.
Not  fully  entering,  it slides  from  hot  button, down  the
length, to the point where the fur ends and your cheeks begin.
With  a deliberate but  cautious finger, I  trail it from  the
bottom  of your slit, past  the other opening, to  the base of
your  spine.  However as  I move between  the firm buttocks  I
notice  a increase in the  speed and hardness of  your kisses.
Taking  this as a sign,  I decide to explore  this little back
door.

Disengaging  mouths, you roll over and raise your rear to
greet me. I can see the moist inviting pink tunnel,  but  know
that is not where you desire some pleasure.  The  anticipation
of  some  anal  intercourse  fully  fills  my  member  with  a
throbbing which brings it to complete attention. I twiddle the
swaying  breasts  while  reaching for  some  lubrication.  Now
ready,  I test the opening, knowing that a slow start can lead
to  a  fine  finish.  As I briefly tap the entry with my tool,
shivers and wiggles greet my probings. The extra thrust upward
is a sure sign of the want, so I start to satisfy.

Spreading  the cheeks, I apply  just a hint of  pressure.
You  tense  a bit,  but then relax.  I repeat the  trial entry
until  finally the head slides in. Now you relax at the warmth
within and emit a quiet squeal. Bolstered by your  response  I
plunge  ahead, deeper into  the dark entrance.  The incredible
tightness  envelops me  and continues  as I  slowly  start  to
thrust.  Knowing all needs attention,  I lean on one  elbow to
reach  your  breasts,  and use  the  other  to drum  upon  the
clitoris.

This  three pronged attack takes all of your attention, I
try  to cover each of you major areas with careful play. Moans
and  pants  continue,  now mixing  with  mine.  My balls  slap
against  your cheeks, and the sheets start to cling to our wet
flesh. For a change I move faster, and your shivers  match  my
pace.  Just  as  I am  about  to  explode once  more,  I halt,
something not too easy to do. But we change positions, and you
are  now on my stomach facing my feet. I return to my previous
location, and resume nipple twirling with both hands.

I  can barely move deeper,  but I attempt to  thrust. You
lean  back, hair cascading  over my chest.  With a shriek  and
racking shudders your orgasm bounces you about.  Knowing  that
the  timing is right, I move faster, then lift you up from me.
As  my cock is freed from you, it springs upward and I loose a
torrent  of creamy cum. It shoots and sprays from between your
legs,  upward to splatter on those firm breasts. A white milky
trail  leads from the drops forming on the undersides, down to
the wet warmth below. Rolling backwards I catch you and we lie
among the sheets, exhausted but happy.

For a long while only our breath and the fire sounds fill
the silence. We both feel happy and content. Ah, the pleasures
of skiing, and the afterglows. While most people  hate  winter
and the cold snow, I know that a chilly evening can  be  quite
enjoyable, especially when you have someone to warm up with.

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