The soft pitter-patter of rain, accompanied by a steady, heavier plop-plop-plop outside, enshrouded the room in isolation. Outside, nature raged and stormed, as if to ward off its two children inside the sheltered space. The room, untroubled by intrusion, was cast in the orange light of the few candles, that had not yet consumed themselves.
Previously, there had been quite the number of little flames, each burning brightly and merrily performing their unsteady dance. Although the ambitious ones among them certainly tried, none burned brighter than the flame between the two, currently laying motionless and entangled inside the soft bed.
It had started, as the brightest and most violent fires do, with a vapor, that caught a spark. His face inches away from her neck, he had smelt her heady scent. The electrical sensation coursing through his veins whenever he looked at her, had been enough to spark the burning desire inside him. He had looked into her eyes and seen a reflection of himself. He did not see his own clear cut features or the color of his eyes in hers, however, but rather the abstract. Within her eyes, he had found the same burning fire, threatening to consume her, if she did not act upon it.
Her lips, heated by desire, trembled below his soft touch, the unsteady rhythm not unlike the tiny flickering flames around them. For a moment, time had seemed to freeze. A tableau of anticipation, uncomfortable to the observer, like an unresolved cadence. Then, as if time was hurrying to catch up, he seized her face with surprising speed, or perhaps she was simply too focused upon his finger to notice his other hand moving up to her cheeks.
He kissed her, soft and steadily, his big hands framing her delicate face. Their tongues intermingled, as if playfighting, pushing, pulling, prodding, and testing. She was so focused on the giving and receiving, the subtle assertions of power, that she failed to notice the obvious ones. His hands had dropped from her face, falling onto her shoulder and seizing her closer, her bare breasts now resting against his chest. She broke free with a low moan, her head swirling with a thousand thoughts at once, and saw that they had crept up her neck, firmly encircling its delicateness.
He pushed her down, now on top of her, with his hands still firmly on her neck, and his lips and tongue steadily exploring the soft curves of her neck and shoulders. She started with a small cry of protest, her hands digging further into his hair, as he bit her, right where her shoulder met her neck. He squeezed a little more tightly and the cry turned into a purr, his kisses upon her neck appearing more pronounced than ever.
Each one left a burning imprint upon her and excited her more. Her breathing intensified, her nipples now rubbing themselves against his warm chest, producing a rather pleasant sensation. He had felt them harden too. Now, his hands moved down her shoulders, across the sides of her chest, all the way down to her waist, firmly holding her down, before lingering ever so slightly above her belly button, before cupping her tits. He was rubbing them, massaging them, squeezing them, each brush of his long fingers against her nipples sending waves of pleasure and excitement through her body.
By now, she had become quite aware of the hot wetness running down her thighs, her pussy sorely neglected. She wished for his touch, all over her body, but especially down between her legs. As if he had infected her with a fever, that showed no signs of illness but still produced a madness of thoughts and a sensation inside her body, that seemed to burn her alive with pleasure, she moaned and twisted underneath his touch.
She was longing, yearning, wishing for him to pay attention to her most sensitive part. Surely, he had not failed to notice how she kept rubbing it against his leg, whimpering while she did. His hands moved down her body, towards her hips once again. With a quick pull, he pulled her closer to the edge of the bed. His hands upon her thighs, he quickly spread her all too willing legs apart and revealed her pussy, glistening with desire. His lips lightly touched hers, a quick shudder already seizing her legs. Deftly, his fingers found her most sensitive spots, brushing against them to elicit the briefest of sensations, rubbing them, to torture her with pleasure, and exposing them, to his skillful tongue.