Of a sudden, I'm taken from my reverie by a quick tapping from the porch. I clear my eyes and set aside my book, determining the time, not so many hours before midnight, and doubting my ears. I stand and stretch anyway, letting the fire warm and loosen rested muscles, and hear again the knocking on my door. Slightly concerned I hasten, for what person would be out this late on such a snowy eve?
Reaching the door, I unset the lock and unhitch the latch, and opening, start with surprise. A small figure with hair the shade of the night and skin as bright as the evening's freshly falling snow stood before me, looking up with needing eyes. I quickly took note of bare feet poking out from under her oversized coat and short, shivering breaths. The intensity in her gaze was unsettling, but as she looked passed me to the fire, her quiet, unstifled whimper stole me from my hesitation and I ushered her in.
Settling this unexpected guest in my chair fronting the hearth, I fetched a blanket and tucked her snugly in. Asking her preference of hot beverage yielded no answer, just another steady stare as she continued to shiver. Wanting to ask the obvious questions, the who and where and why, I refrained for the moment as I made off to the kitchen, making up a pair of steaming raspberry cocoas. I heard movement as I worked, and saw through the doorway a flickering shadow on the wall in the room which she sat. I shrugged and assumed she was beginning to thaw her frozen limbs and get more comfortable. With piping hot chocolates in hand, I came back and sat before her on the floor.
Setting her drink on the chairside table, we sat studying each other in silence. Her eyes watched mine as they scanned the smooth, soft planes of her face, the tilt of her lips, the angle of her jaw, and the shadows of her neck. She just stared when I tried to open her up, asking her name, where she had come from, and why she came to be at my door this night. Her gaze turned quizzical as my futile questioning fizzled and I again sat in silence. I sighed and set my mug aside, wiping the tiredness from my eyes.
Eyes closed, I hear a soft plea, and surprised, my eyes snap open. She sits there still, staring. But again she speaks, repeating her first words of the night. "I'm... cold," she whispers. I pause, caught in the notes of her voice, staring at the lips from where it escaped. I swallow, unconscious of the act, and feel the fire more intensely at my side. Clearing my throat, I try to shake the sudden cobwebs from my thoughts, and offer to fetch another blanket. She turns her head, a subtle movement, but obviously disagreeable in its intent, and clutches her blanket tighter to her. I am able to focus for a moment, and realize she seems smaller somehow, the blanket hugging her form more snugly than when I set her there earlier. My brow furrows in momentary confusion that is interrupted as she speaks again. "I am... cold," a stronger whisper forced from her lungs. "Warmth. I need to be... warmed." I look from the fire to her untouched mug, full but long since cooled. I hesitate, still confused and looking for clarification.
None forthcoming, I slowly rise to my feet to stand in front of her, the fire casting my shadow over her body. A soft smile teased her lips, an ephemeral quirk in her visage I would have missed if I were not so intent upon those persistently unreadable features. An agreeable change, I assumed, as she let a hand slip from her cover to rest upon the arm of the chair, the pales skin of her forearm exposed. A piece of the puzzle clicked into place then, and my eyes quickly scanned the room and came to rest on the oversized coat she had been wearing, tidily hung from a hook by the front door. I pursed my lips as I let my gaze fall over her again, suddenly nervous. She made no movements or sounds, just sat covered, waiting for my decision.
I took a step closer, the first hesitant, then another, my bare feet silent as the snow that continued its decent. Two short steps that seemed to cover a much greater distance brought me to the chair and the woman I could not explain. My hand, with slightly shaking fingers, hovered over hers, resting there on the arm of the chair. Steadying my nerves I let it fall, lightly settling on her white, unreasonably chilled skin. I felt the bite of frost for the briefest of moments, and then a warmth that spread from my palm up into my arm, and hers as well, as her skin began to lose its moonsilver hue. She turned her hand over and gently took hold of mine, guiding it under her covers and settling it on the center of her chest. Again that moment of purest winter struck me before the warmth spread into my chest. Her breath caught and I felt the heat rise from her center across her bosom. She caught my eyes with hers and held me there, squeezing my hand, pressing it tightly against her chest. Breathing heavily, she spoke again. "Come... to me... Please... warm these frozen lips..." she begged hoarsely. I lowered myself to her, not realizing until I was on the armchair with her. My eyes widened, a frightening exhilaration taking me as she rose to meet my lips.
The chill was less of a surprise now, but the warmth that spread through us was swift and fierce. I could feel beads of sweat forming on my face as we kissed and moistening my hand as she held it to her breast. I did not feel the ice as her other hand grasped the back of my neck, setting my spine alight as she held me steadfast, driving her tongue to meet mine. She left my hand to fondle her small, full breast, moving hers to my collar and tearing the buttons from my shirt. Lines of fire seemed to light on my body where she trailed her fingers down my chest and abdomen, burning my side as she reached around to the small of my back and pulled me against her.
She unlocked her lips from mine as our bared skin pressed together, releasing a mewling howl as she gripped the back of my shoulders and wrapped her legs around my waist. Lowering her gaze, she stared at me hungrily, heeling frustrated at my belt. Pressed so tightly together, I could feel every curve of her flesh meshing with mine, from the contrasting soft breasts and hard nipples against my chest, to her bare, smooth slit gripping my crotch through the front of my soaked slacks. My hands strayed down her body, feeling the muscles twitch in her back and the sweeping curve of her sides and hips. Sweat covered my body and spilled onto hers as I slid my hands between us, my palms separating our abdomens and pressing down over her pubis. Burying her head against my neck, she let out a breathy hiss as my fingers reached her drenched pussy. I let her rock against them as the juices flowed, coating my fingers and dripping from my hands before reaching for my belt. It came undone, quickly followed by button and zipper, and I gasped in surprise and pleasure as she shot a hand in to grasp me and pull me out.
Her heels fought against the waist of my pants again, pushing them down until they fell to the floor. Her waist pressed into mine, rocking as she slid her lips along the length of me, coating me. Her mouth pressed against the lobe of my ear and she quivered as she breathed the softest of demands, "Fuck... me... now." Before I had time to react, she pulled herself up and against my body, then lowered herself onto my pussy-slicked cock. Our eyes rolled back into our heads as we felt every cell of each other, her lips sliding effortlessly over my head, her pussy enveloping my shaft until nothing was left but the white heat and passion leaking from our pores.
Gyrating hips took me in over and over again, a hungry dance that bore no patience for teasing or gentleness. I squeezed her breast and pinched her nipple between my teeth, she cursed, "Fuck yes!" and sunk her teeth into my shoulder. I gripped her ass, my hand parting her cheeks and pushing her forcefully onto me. She moaned and reached between us, wiping her fingers through her pouring juices and forcing it into my mouth. Sucking hungrily on her fingers, I pressed one of mine against her anus and she screamed as she spread her ass to take it in. With our one free hand I fingered her clit and quickly felt her spasm as she came, another cascade of sweet juices flooding my hand and cock. She moaned and whimpered as forced me down to the floor, beneath her, breathing more quiet demands, "Don't stop... I need..." She cut off as her back arched and her voice was forced out in a loud shouting moan as she came again.
Pushing herself upright with shaking arms, she began lifting and lowering herself, straight up and down on to me. She gained speed, her ass slapping against my sack as she plunged me in. My breath caught and she hissed as she felt my muscles tighten. Gripping my jaw, she forced my eyes to hers. "You... are not... allowed... yet," She growled, and pushed my head away. I clenched my teeth and bucked my waist, forcing her to fall forward against me. Wrapping my arms around her, I rolled, placing her beneath me. She gasped as I knelt, grabbing her waist and pulling it against mine as I pushed into her. She began to moan as I fucked her, soft breath rising as I pressed harder, and harder into her until it became one steady cadence. I felt her tense as she came, and quiver as she came again. I wrapped my arms around her slight body again, and stood. Her arms held me weakly as she continued to cum, orgasms rolling into each other, sweat and cum dripping freely form our bodies, steaming in front of the fire.
"Fill me," she said suddenly. The strength in her voice was surprising, as her body was barely holding itself against me. I held her away for a moment to study her face, and she spoke again, the quiet softness gone. "Fill me. Pour yourself into me. I need your warmth inside me." Her eyes held mine, penetrating my thoughts until my control was broken. I screamed as I came, gushing into her. She screamed with me, a crying shriek of pure ecstasy as she tightened her grip on me. My pleasure rose with each eruption, bordering on pain as I was milked dry, the sensation overwhelming. My legs lost strength and she rode me heavily to my knees, still squeezing the drops out of me, her pussy constricting my cock and not allowing me out.
My eyes widened as she placed her hands on me, sliding them around my body, holding me with incongruent gentleness and kissing my lips with graceful serenity. Senses began to dull, the fiery heat encompassing my body fading. My limbs shivered as the warmth began to fade, the feeling leaving my fingers and toes, numbness working it's way slowly to my core. The kiss continued, her eyes staring into mine, a smile no longer hidden playing on her lips. My eyes must have given away my confusion, as a soft chuckle escaped her lips. "Maybe I will let you be," she cooed, "You were very kind to me." She tilted my face forward, resting her lips against my forehead. "Maybe I will let you be."
A soft, cozy warmth from the hearthfire heats my toes as I recline in my wing chair, my novel resting on my lap. I wake with a start, eyes darting about, stiffness overtaking my muscles and joints. The soft light of dusk is peeking through the window, slowly fading. Flexing my hands, I start to work the kinks out of my body. I look at myself, dry and fully dressed, and slump back into my chair. I set my novel on the side table as I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to settle my thoughts. My memories are hazy and my thoughts don't want to come back into focus. I sigh as I settle back, wondering what sort of dream I may have had. Looking at my novel, I sigh again, blaming the adventure for my restless slumber. Forcing myself to my feet, weak legs lead me to the kitchen. I yawn as I move from the fireplace, away from the untouched mug of cold cocoa and the unfamiliar coat hanging beside the doorway.