Moonlight poured through the cabin windows, filling the room with soft silver light. I see your eyes in the nocturnal glow, watching me, filled with desire.
It takes but a moment to get the fireplace working. And soon the chill of nightfall is pushed back by the warmth of the dancing flames. Firelight fills the rustic cabin as we lay before it on feather soft blankets. This is your night. And a gentle smile crosses your lips in anticipation of things to come. You stretch, relaxing. The warmth of the fire filling you as you lie back upon the thick blankets.
I sit beside you on the floor and open the wicker basket we brought with us. The contents a secret until now. I remove a bottle of red wine and two glasses. Before long we are drinking before the glow of the warm fire. The wine heating our desires even more. I dip my finger into my glass, and gently trace your lips with its warm liquid. The soft touch fills you with a shutter, and you inhale quickly. Setting your glass down, you ease back into the pillows, watching me. A smile of anticipation crossing your face.
I move beside you on the floor. You close your eyes as I gently trace your neck with my lips. The warmth of my breath sends a chill down your spine as I caress your ear with my tongue, gliding it down to the base of your neck. You arch your back as a soft moan escapes your lips.
Starting from the top, I slowly unbutton your shirt. With the release of each button, I pause to softly kiss the newly exposed skin. My tongue glides between the rise of your breasts and down your stomach. A warm tickling that causes you to gasp when I stop just above your waist. You arch your hips up, wanting so much more. We are both burning with passion now. The air heated by our bodies as much as by the fireplace.
Moving up from your waist I open your shirt, exposing you fully. No bra was worn tonight, you had planned for that in advance. In the glow of the fireplace I see your soft, tempting breasts rising and falling to the ever quickening breath of your desire.