The snow piled upon the windows, rounding the corners. The shadows it cast made the cabin much darker than it should be, in the mid-afternoon.
She plied the fire with another piece of wood, poking it carefully into the burning pile. Hot ashes danced upwards, celebrating the commitment of the log to the transformative process. The flames were welcoming, and accepted the new fuel in long licks.
In the corner, he'd been "reading", his eyes stealing glances of her more than they stayed on the book. He watched her kneel and stretch before the fire's heat. He watched the fire consume itself. Arising from his chair, he approached her. Sliding his hands up under her green velvet skirt, along the backs of her thighs, his palms now cupping her ass.
Releasing a long sigh, she pushed back to his hand, raising her hips to him in offering-- resting her head on the floor. He moved her skirt up and over her back, and pushed her thighs apart. His fingers pressed hard against her panties, already he could feel the hot damp, that told of his love's desire.
"Ohhhh, please." Her words were moaned, breathy and hoarse, as her hips swayed, like a cobra before a charmer, her panties going quickly from damp to wet.
Her wantonness called forth a low growl from somewhere deep inside of him. Arousal stirred profoundly within them both .
