You always get your way

Starting a fire when the sun is out and there is no snow on the ground, (in fact the grass is green and healthy looking) just seems wrong. It’s still warm out, just a slight chill in the air and it sure looks like spring. But it is a Sunday afternoon, no curling on TV, and curling up in front of a fire, with a nice book, snuggled against you, seems like very pleasant way to pass the afternoon. A glass of wine, perhaps a cookie or two, and thoughts of your taste start to enter my mind. A perky nipple attracts my attention, poking through the thin top, waiting for a mouth to take it and suck on it, teasing softly as I feel it stiffening, my lips sealed around it, the wet cloth no barrier, as my teeth take hold and pull back, not biting but holding, lifting your breast up, before letting go. Pulling your shirt over your head, I take it once again in my mouth, suckling, my head resting on your chest, your breasts cushioning me, warm against my ear and neck, my beard tickling as I continue softly sucking, in and out, gentle sucks, little tugs, milking it, such a lovely texture as it rolls against my tongue, the feel of the little bumps rubbing, the taste of you, the scent of your skin, arousing me, as I move to the other nipple, exposing the first to the air, wet and erect, my fingers covering it while I suck and suck on your other nipple, keeping it hard, as I rub my beard against your breast, your skin feels so warm and is slightly pink as your arousal grows. I can smell your excitement, floating in the air, as your reach down to rub your pussy, wetting your fingers and bringing them up under my nose, knowing I will take them in and lick them, suck them into my mouth deeply and you smile as you work them in and out of my mouth. Your glistening nipple there in front of my eyes, your taste filling my mouth, your fingers toying with my tongue, before pulling out and pushing my head downward away from your nipples, down below your tummy, begging for my mouth to search deep inside you, to lick and curl and taste, and touch deep within. You know I can never resist your sweetness, the feel of you under my tongue, each slide of your lips against it, the slippery wetness, the little ridges begging to be explored, to be sucked, each demanding attention, each, waiting there, ready, your juices pouring from you onto my beard, my lips, my cheeks, my tongue, into my open mouth, as I  delve again and again into you, your legs wrapping around me, my hands on your cheeks, spreading them so my finger can reach down between, pushing inside you. My tongue feeling it through the thin membrane separating it from me, and I move up to your clit, letting my thumb slide into your pussy as I take it, my tongue swirling around, knowing you will wait no longer, that you are on the edge and need that extra sensation to push you over, to force those pulses to run through you, those exquisite spasms, you crave, you need, you deserve. What better way to spend an hour or two?