Let it snow

Ha, SNOW is in the forecast- yes that lovely white fluffy stuff we all look forward to, covering up the gray, bland, November ground just in time for December. Don’t really need the snow to justify a fire and cuddling. But then again, sounds like a great plan for the evening. Naked, warm, skin to skin, teasing each other, nipples sucked, lips kissed, necks attacked, fingers gently stroking, legs entwining, cheeks squeezed, soft sounds escaping, tiny breaths allowed out, as tongues duel, held tightly and safe. Sharing the sight of the snow, as it falls outside the window, soft candles and fire light flickering, adding a rosy tint to the skin, safe inside from the chilly wind, smiling as we share, as we hold and comfort, a nice glass of wine, some pâté, perhaps a bowl, there between us, each offering the other the goodness held inside, each glowing in the pleasure of being there, each lazy in the arms of the other, the sweet scent of arousal in the air, each of us growing slowly more excited, each holding off, to let it build, and grow, waiting to see who moves first, we reaches down to touch, to check on the state of arousal, knowing that will set off a chain of actions. The anticipation we so love, the caresses we cherish, the toying we need, the giving we want, the wanting we give, and the coming together, harder and harder, building and building, before peaking , and then lying back in each others arms again, the fire and the candles, everything warm and fuzzy, snuggling, snuggling, perhaps drifting off to sleep, to wake later and crawl into bed, and melt into each other for the night.