The light of the nearly full moon filters softly in through my frost-covered bedroom window, sending eerie shadows dancing across the walls. As I lie nestled in my warm bed, I watch them swirl around in wild gyrations as if they were performers on stage. They dip and decline, then arch and pirouette in their dance as if choreographed in some elaborate ballet. I am intrigued by the movement, the subtle ways in which they entice me to continue my vigil of them.
My concentration of this dance is reluctantly broken as I hear the muffled sound of a car passing along the snow-covered street just beyond my home, then listening carefully as it fades quietly into the distance. I wonder if the driver, coming home late from a job in town is now in a hurried rush to be with loved ones. Or perhaps it is the young teenagers that live down the road that have stayed too late at a club and are trying to arrive home before their angry parents find them missing.
As the sound fades, my attention is drawn past the window to the winter-bare branches of the tree that stands just outside. I watch as the darkened branches move and sway in the bitter cold wind and wonder how it will survive the frigid temperatures that threaten it every year. But it will. I know that because it has proved to do so every year, no matter how cold it becomes in the winter, it will bud with new life in the warm spring air.
Absently pulling the warm, down-filled comforter up around my bare shoulders, I smile as I think about what we will be doing in the spring time, once the snow is gone and the grass renews with new life as do all the leaves on the trees, turning everything into a wild pallet of greens and yellows. Perhaps we will spend time at the park or the beach. Ah, the beachit is always so much fun when we can explore the shoreline after the winter. There are always new and unusual things to find that have become buried in the sandy soil over the course of the cold winter months.
Yes, that is what we shall do. We will go to the beach as soon as the warm spring air melts the last of the blanket of snow that has covered us for months.
My inner musings suddenly shatter as the door to my room is opened slowly to reveal the young girl standing in the door way. She is silhouetted in the soft light from the hallway allowing me to see through her nightgown as it falls close to her bare feet. Her long blond hair, tousled about her head, makes her look so innocent as she stands motionless, waiting. She looks over at me, her eyes pleading for me to give her passage into my safe haven.
I motion softly to her with a wave of my hand. Even in this dim light, she can see the smile on my face as I pull the blankets aside and beckon her to join me under their warmth.
Removing her nightgown, she quickly crawls in beside me. I wrap the heavy blanket down around her and pull her in close to me. With one of my arms resting over her shoulder and the other one under her head, she cuddles up closer until her head is just below mine as she finally settles onto her side next to me. Bending my head slightly, I place just a whisper of a kiss onto her head and inhale deeply the scent of her hair. She smells like warmed cinnamon and applesfresh and clean.
Her breath is warm against my chest as she reaches her arm around me, pulling herself closer. I chuckle a little to myself as I wonder if she thinks she can get any closer than we already are. Smiling, I place my lips once more to her soft down hair and can now feel her own smile form as her lips touch the center of my bare chest. They are so soft, so gentle at first that I almost donít feel them. Then she kisses me again and I know.
I know what she wants. I let her lead, I almost always do, at first. She often comes to my bed late at night like this when she can not sleep. She is restless, the physical need to be with me, burning in her, will not go unquenched. She desires to please me as well as herself. And by her presence there next to my nude body like this, I begin to feel my own heat rising.
She looks up at me, searching my eyes for permission. The corners of my mouth form upwards into a smile and she knows that it is okay to continue her exploration. Her hand moves slowly now, down over my back to rest momentarily near the curve of my lower spine. Then gently, she slides it around and brings it up to cup one of my breasts.
A soft thumb begins to strum over my nipple, bringing it to rock hardness so quickly that it almost surprises me. Shifting my position so that I am lying more on my back, I allow her easier access to my body. She slowly curls her body around, without moving her hand from me so that she is aligned with mine.
She places both hands onto my breasts now. She enjoys the sensations she causes in me, her ability to harden my nipples with just a few strokes of her thumbs, fascinates her. I can tell she is smiling even when her lips and tongue begin a slow, steady motion as they start tracing lines under the curves of my breasts.
As she explores my body, my own hands begin to move over hers. So tender and petite, I can wrap my arms completely around her. Slipping my hands down to her rounded bottom, I pull her up just a little so that my knee can slide in between her tender thighs. She opens them easily for me and rests her smooth mound against my thigh.
Her mouth opens and covers one of my nipples as her teeth gently bite down, reflexively sending my head back and my back arching upwards. Her teeth biting down harder now holding my nipple in place as she flicks the tip of it with her tongue. She knows how much I enjoy this torment, this pleasure, and she is always willing to give me what I need.
My thigh presses upwards, pushing against her harder as I feel her slide her legs farther apart for me. She presses her smoothness against my thigh, rubbing herself against me in a slow steady grind. I know what she wants, what she needs, but I am making her wait. I want to build her desire more. The longer I make her wait, the more forceful she will become with me, and that is what I need.
As her mouth and tongue take turns with her hand on both of my breasts now, I feel her free hand begin a downward slide over my belly. She stops to play in the soft hair on my mound. Tickling me, teasing me with her diminutive fingers. I know I am wet already from her ministrations. It never takes long for her to build this reaction in me. Sliding my legs farther apart, giving her more access to me, I know where she is heading.
My own hands have begun to move over her incredibly soft, smooth skin. With one hand sliding under her petite body, I slip one finger between her smooth lips. I smile as she presses her hips harder against my intruding hand. I love her reactions to my touch. So pure, so instinctive as she begins to rotate her hips hard against me.
She knows that the time for waiting is over. She moves her hand from my neatly trimmed hair and slides her whole hand through my wet folds, spreading them as I spread my legs wider. Then quickly she pushes three of her small fingers into me sending me instantly bucking against the bed. My back arches again as I feel her slide another tiny finger into me. My knees draw up quickly as my thighs fold out farther when she pushes her thumb in along side of her fingers.
My concentration on her is almost lost in the overwhelming force of her tiny fist inside of me. I know I am panting now, my breathing becoming shallow and rapid as she flexes and pumps harder into me. Needing to reciprocate the feelings in her, I move my finger against her, pushing into her now wet folds as she rocks harder into me.
As I slowly push my finger into her tightness, her tiny cunt grabs onto me, sucking me in deeper. I feel her breath against my chest coming in a quick, rapid pattern now as I push deeper. Loosing her connection to my nipple, I pull her head back down to me. I need the pain from her teeth biting down onto me as her fist works deeper inside my own open cunt.
She is learning to deal with both things at once now. Her own pleasures and those of another. I wonít let her stop her attention on me. I push deeper into her as I add another finger and curve their tips in her as I pull her head down hard against my nipple.
Her hips press hard against me now as she begins a steady grind. Her teeth biting down hard against my nipple as her fingers begin to pinch and twist my other one. Her little fist now buried deep in me, begins to twist and flex inside of me, sending shudders through my body. I can feel her knuckles as they twist against my inner cunt walls as she pushes and pulls her fist deeper into me.
My own fingers, three strong now, push hard into her. Forcing her open even more now. I love to stretch her open like this, to fuck her and hear her moans. She is pounding her hips harder against me now and I can tell she is about to cum. I twist my fingers in her as she does the same with her fist in me. Her teeth, taking my other nipple have begun biting down so hard, I feel the need to cry out.
It doesnít take long now and we are both panting as our bodies, in unison begin to shudder and quake in their release. I hear her cry out as she cums, her back arched as she pushes her hips down onto my fingers, forcing them in deeper. My own cunt now begins to flex and pulse as I cum against her tiny fist.
Our breathing slowly returns to normal as I slide my fingers from her, her own fist slowly exiting out past my tightened cunt muscles. She pulls her hand to her mouth then slowly begins licking my juices from each little finger. Smiling at her, I watch as her tongue greedily darts around each finger.
She sighs when she is finished with her treat and snuggles in close to me once more, then wrapping my arms around her again I pull her in tight. I love to feel her heart beat against mine after this, to know that we have both satisfied each other, to relish in the love and warmth of her next to me, and to know this will continue another day.
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