The world is blanketed in a thick layer of snow, sounds from outside muted and the atmosphere inside contained and calm as I lie with her soft warmth wrapped in my arms, curled in her bed. It took me a moment to find her bedroom, but once there I felt… at home… the little nymph encircling me, her legs claiming mine and her hand coveting my chest in slumber. She is wonderfully peaceful when she sleeps, the tiny frown line disappears from her smooth porcelain forehead. Her hair curls in wild disarray over the pillow beside her as her head rests against my shoulder.
Perfect. I stare at her ceiling unwilling and unable to disturb the tranquillity of this morning. It's a Saturday and I have nowhere to be. Lord help us if she has because I want more and I think, if we part ways this morning, she'll hide herself away from me again and I cannot have that.
By the looks of things, despite being in the town centre we are on a side road. The large bay window across from me displays a scene of undisturbed whiteness, the cars in their cocoons of snow. She stretches against me and I smile, looking back to the wonder in my arms. She opens one blue eye and then closes it again, biting her lip. "You're still here," she whispers, her voice seemingly roughened by sleep.
"It appears I am." Her lips curve into a slow smile and I feel the breath I had been holding release from my lungs. She is happy I'm still here.
"I thought you might have left." She pulls herself closer, her warmth suffusing my body. "I'm familiar with the 'cut and run' one night stand protocol," she murmurs sleepily, her fingers tracing circles on my chest.
"Well… My Darling, Evie, I have no intention on carrying out any one night stand protocols. I trust you feel the same?" Her lips curve into a smile again and I take that as an agreement. Tightening my grip on her I murmur softly, "It appears we may even be snowed in." I watch her delicate features frown and then her eyes flutter open again, her pupils retracting, her gaze fixed on the window. She bites her lip.
"Mmm… So it does. How clever the weather is," she murmurs, pushing herself up against my chest.
The sheet slips down her smooth back, pooling at her hips. Her skin rising in bumps as the cool air brushes over it. I smooth my hand over her arm, watching her nipples harden to sensitive tips. She licks her lips, watching me watch her and I wonder where the shy pixie from last night has gone, replaced by this seemingly uninhibited siren. Her hand smooths over my chest and down. I raise a sceptical eyebrow as her hand travels still further, tracing her fingers over the arrow of my hips, teasing my abdomen, just out of reach. I feel my cock jump just slightly, her touch arousing me without much effort.
My eyes close, rolling back as her hand eventually trails beneath the sheets, over the length of my steadily engorging cock. She chuckles as I groan, my hips lifting towards her hand as her fingers wrap around my length, moving gently like butterflies along the shaft. Infuriatingly light and infinitely arousing. I open my eyes again to find her watching my cock grow in her hand with such rapt attention, her mouth open just slightly, her eyes darkening as she leans forward. I wait with baited breath, struggling not to move as I feel her breath whisper across the length of me, a bead of precum already forming on the tip.
She looks back at me, almost seemingly nervous again before turning back and closing her eyes, her lips enveloping the very tip of me in exquisite warmth. It is enough to make my world spin for a second as she slowly flickers her tongue across the slit, her mouth dipping further as she begins to gain her confidence again. My fingers fist in the sheets, struggling not to reach forward to grip her hair as she dips dangerously low, almost taking my whole length. I watch as she does so, bottoming me out against the back of her throat without hesitation, making me groan as I feel her throat contract around me.