~ Written By my dear friend, Exxotica ~
~ Written By my dear friend, Exxotica ~
Amanda's head rested on his shoulder. As
she looked into the fireplace,
the room seemed to take on a magical glow. Candles were scattered throughout the
room and the shadows danced off the walls. They were
lying naked on the fur blanket they had purchased together on their
trip to the tiny shopping village in Aspen. His arm was around her and
the heat of the fire caressed their bodies.
She felt the warmth of her own wetness and his semen leaking out
of her, moistening the side of her legs down to her ass. She slipped
a finger between the folds and began to massage the wetness into the
skin of her inner flower. With the other hand, her fingers traced tiny circles
across her abdomen and breasts. She pulled at her nipples,
moistening each so they glistened with the reflection of the firelight.
She wanted his body on her ... In her. She wanted to smell and taste him
once again, yet his eyes were closed and his body was still. He appeared
to be sleeping. He looked so peaceful. She retrieved more of her love juices and
moved her index finger to her mouth tasting the cream of their lust.
His eyes twitched, but his breathing remained deep as she touched
his nipple, massaging it with her saliva. It hardened to her caress. She
tried to move and shift so her tongue could taste him, but decided the
danger of waking him was too great. Instead, her fingers moved to his cock, now
limp and soft, lying unconcerned to the side. She began to draw slow circles on
his balls, gently testing his sleep and then squeezing ever so tenderly.
She had to use all her self-control to keep from stroking his cock to hardness
and putting it deep in her mouth. The walls of her pussy moved in response
to her thoughts, asking for attention to its own needs.
She looked into the fire and her eyes lost their focus. Her mind was playing
tricks on her. She could swear she saw the silhouette of two bodies in the
fire, naked and entwined within each other's arms. The woman was on her back,
her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him toward her. He was on his knees,
his hands kneading her full breasts, and he was slamming his cock into her with
all his power. And yet, the woman's eyes burned with a yearning for him to pour
more of his passion into her.
Continuing to stare into the fire, Amanda's eyes fogged. The room became
a mystic dream in which she was the observer as well as the woman in the
blaze. The heat and burning in which the woman existed were present deep within
her as well. She was on fire. Her hands moved across her body finding her own
breasts and nipples. She squeezed and pulled on them until her wanting caused
her pain. She moved her hand down between her legs. She massaged her pussy,
stroking its lips, so she could feel the warm substance dripping from her cunt.
Caressing and rubbing her clit, she turned back and stared once again into the
fire.
The man was on his back now and the woman straddled him. Her large supple
breasts danced, as her hips swayed in sensual gyrations against
him. Her nipples pushed outward with their own rising passion, brushing against
his chest as she rocked back and forth on his hardened cock.
Their eyes consumed each other and captured their desire for one another. His
mouth was open and his tongue was licking his lips. The woman answered by
cupping her breasts and lifting them as though they were an offering to his
lust. The fire continued to blaze around them, its heat engulfing them. Sweat
poured from their bodies and their skin glistened in the flames.
As the woman in the fire moved more rapidly on her lover's cock, Amanda heard
her own beating heart pounding steady like a distant jungle drum.
The experience was both erotic and frightening. Her fingers moved
faster over own clit, as she joined souls with the woman in the fire
sharing in her passion. Her clit and vagina burned with the woman's rising heat.
As she gasped for air, a soft moan escaped her throat. Amanda realized that the
man in the fire was pouring his cum into his woman and
she was grasping his cock and sucking it into her body with her own
orgasm. At that moment, Amanda became aware of her own vaginal
spasms as cum poured from her.
The images in the fire faded, but the magic fog of the flame still
enveloped the room and Amanda became aware of the man beside her.
His arm pressed into her body. He kissed her neck, and she turned her
head to offer more to his waiting lips. They kissed passionately and his
tongue found hers in an offering of delight. She pushed her breast
against him, asking his arms to hold her and he responded by pulling
her to him. With the other hand he cupped, then massaged her beautiful breast
with increasing passion. Her nipple pressed into his palm, and her body molded
to his touch. She was on her side facing him, one leg over his hip, holding him
to her. His cock was no longer unconcerned or disinterested. It was rock hard,
its head burning against her clit, raging with passion as it spread the lips of
her pussy and stroked between them, back and forth, back and forth. Her wetness
created a velvety smoothness for him to slide through and she rocked her pelvis
into him.
Then she was on her back, and her legs were around him. His cock pressed,
then plunged into her ravenous cunt. She screamed for him to "Fuck it," the
words barely inaudible to her own ears.
"Fuck me," she pleaded. "Fuck me," she begged him to slam harder into
her, deeper and deeper with each stroke.
"Harder" she demanded as she lunged up to meet his downward thrusts.
"That's it. Fuck my cunt with your cock...your firm, hard, beautiful cock.
Oh, God, yes"
She felt his heat building, his cock swelling and she knew they were both
very close.
"Give me your cum. Fill my cunt." She ground her pussy onto him, her hips
arching to enclose as much of his cock as she could reach. His mouth
gasped for air as he drove into her. She wasn't sure if he even heard her,
or if her words were fuel for her own fires.
"Fuck me. I want to cum with you. NOW." And with those words, he flooded
her, pouring stream after hot stream of his manhood deep into the inner
walls of her pussy. Their bodies were covered from the juices of their
lovemaking. Amanda answered with her own orgasm as her vagina
grasped, squeezed and sucked his cum. Her own juices mixed with
his heat and she couldn't hold all they produced.
After several minutes he fell on top of her, exhausted from passion spent.
His body covered hers like a warm blanket. She wrapped her legs around him,
holding his cock inside her. Their bodies were covered with perspiration as they
rested in each other's arms.
She turned her head and once again looked into the fire. The images had
returned. They held each other in the now softening flames. As she looked
into the fire, she saw the glowing embers reflected on their bodies and
realized the woman in the fire was staring back at her.
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