You make your way up to my cabin in the mountains, with the stream running alongside the deck leading to the lake with amazing sunsets. I hear you pull up and pour a glass of wine from the bottle sitting in front of me on the coffee table. You come in and I get up, bringing the wine with me. I embrace you, drinking in the smell of your perfume, while you drink in the smell of my Fahrenheit.
"You're welcome to make yourself at home for the weekend, if you need anything let me know." I say, unable to give you my full attention as I turn to the pork roast and potatoes in the oven. You can smell the freshly baked bread and what smells like a fruit pie cooling behind the noises and smell of the fire in the fireplace.
You sit on the couch and cuddle up under a blanket as while the house is warm, the mountain air is chilly. After checking on the food, I join you, just talking and drinking wine, laughing about the last month or so that we have been too busy to do more than talk. I hear the timer go off letting me know the meat is ready to be cut after resting so I lean in to steal a kiss from your lips, short but conveying what I am feeling and thinking as I get up to finish dinner.
Putting on the finishing touches, I carve and prepare plates for the two of us. I also pour two glasses of white wine, good for spiced food, but not too dry. I ask you to carry the wine out as I take the plates to the patio, sitting at the table for two, listening to the birds chirping in the mountain air and the cicadas making their music as the sun sets red and orange on the lake.
We sit and chat long after dinner is over, with you occasionally running your foot up and down my leg. We talk about everything: work, the mountain, past hurts, the time we have been apart. As the chill gets deeper and the sun has set, I invite you inside for more wine and a slice of the pie, complete with homemade whipped cream. After dessert at the kitchen's breakfast bar, I start the dishes as you settle into the couch and chose a dystopian movie that neither of us has seen, but both expressed interest in while it was in the theater.
I join you on the couch after finishing the dinner cleanup with two mugs of coffee, one of the perfect ways to finish out the night and enjoy each other's company. As you throw the blanket over me, I wrap my arm around your shoulder and quickly find myself gently stroking your hair with my fingertips as the movie gets into the thick of the story. I find myself continuing to want more, wanting to taste your lips, so I gently pull on your hair to move your lips up towards mine and kiss you.
Your body melts into mine at the kiss, my hand in your hair pulling you into me. The fire still crackles and pops, but it is not as roaring as it was. Breaking from you, I kiss your cheek, tracing my way to your neck, closing my lips on it, gently biting down, and working my way to the nape of your neck, drinking in your smell.
My other hand works its way slowly up your hip, your side, and brushes against your chest, finding its home on your breast. Meeting no resistance to my advance, I cup it slowly and then move my hand under your shirt to feel closer to you.... Gently biting down on your shoulder, a moan escapes your lips as my fingertips slide inside your cup and brush your nipple.
You lean forward so I can unhook your bra and have complete access to you. I remove your shirt and bra but wrap you back in the blanket to stay warm, but now my hands are free to roam on your upper body. I move back to your lips, biting down and pulling back on your lower lip as my hand rolls your nipple between its fingertips. Your hand I feel grip my leg and work its way up from my knee to grasp onto my thigh. We continue to kiss, my hand playing with both breasts, listening to the moans and reactions that they elicit from you.
I'm overcome with the need to taste them, and break our kiss to work my way slowly down your neck and shoulders to your nipples, placing a few kisses on them first to tease you, then a light flicking of my tongue across one as I roll the other in my fingers, pulling gently... "Please" I hear your gasp as I take one into my mouth, grazing it with my teeth and sucking on it. I move my hand from your other breast to your thigh, working my fingers slowly up your thighs to your heat, cupping it in my hand and pressing into you over the slacks you wear. You press your heat against me... and tell me to take my shirt off, it isn't fair that you're topless and I'm not.
