Sleigh Ride Sinfully Slow

The rain hammered against the windows of the secluded cabin, a relentless, insistent rhythm that mirrored the frantic beat of my own heart. It was the night before Christmas, a night usually filled with the warmth of family and the scent of pine, but tonight, the air hung thick with anticipation, heavy with a primal hunger that both thrilled and terrified me. She was here, my goddess, the woman who had stolen my breath, my thoughts, my very soul. And she was about to unleash a storm of desire upon me.

The fire in the hearth crackled merrily, casting dancing shadows across the room, painting the velvet drapes in hues of crimson and gold. The scent of pine needles mingled with the intoxicating aroma of her body lotion, a blend of vanilla and sandalwood that made my senses reel. I’d spent the entire day meticulously preparing for this moment, transforming the rustic cabin into a haven of pleasure, a sanctuary dedicated solely to our mutual gratification. Candles, strategically placed, cast a sensual glow, highlighting every curve, every contour of her exquisite form.

She had arrived hours ago, a vision in a crimson silk robe that clung to her curves like a second skin. As she shed her garments, revealing her pale, flawless skin beneath, a shiver ran down my spine. Her breasts, full and ample, were erect, their nipples glistening with moisture, begging to be explored. I leaned in, drawn by an irresistible force, my hands tracing the delicate slopes of her chest, my fingers gently teasing the sensitive skin. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a delicious torment that threatened to consume me entirely.

“You’re beautiful,” I whispered, my voice husky with desire, as I began to kiss her breasts with a reverent tenderness. Her body arched slightly beneath my touch, a subtle sign of her mounting arousal. My lips moved slowly, deliberately, exploring every inch of her flesh, feeding her hunger with each stolen kiss. I felt her tremble beneath me, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

As she continued to undress, she revealed the smooth expanse of her stomach, her hips, her thighs – each inch a testament to her captivating beauty. My hands roamed over her body, tracing the lines of her muscles, her veins, her delicate curves. The heat intensified, radiating from her skin, washing over me in waves of pure pleasure.

“You’re going to make me wild,” she murmured, her voice barely audible, her eyes locked on mine, filled with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. I knew she was right. I was already on the edge, teetering on the brink of losing control.

I pulled her close, wrapping my arms around her waist, her body pressing against mine, the warmth of her skin igniting a fire within me. We moved slowly, deliberately, savoring every moment, every touch, every sensation. The rain continued its relentless assault on the windows, but inside the cabin, we had created our own little world, a world of passion, lust, and unrestrained desire.

As our bodies intertwined, the tension escalated, becoming almost unbearable. I felt her muscles clench, her breath quicken, her heart pounding in sync with my own. I squeezed her hips, deepening her arousal, pushing her closer to the edge. She moaned softly, a low, guttural sound that sent shivers down my spine.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, her voice strained, her eyes pleading for more. I obliged, continuing to stimulate her, pushing her further and further into ecstasy. The heat intensified, becoming almost unbearable, a searing inferno that threatened to consume us both.

Suddenly, she turned on her back, grabbing my hand with surprising strength. Her nails dug into my skin, pulling me closer, demanding my attention. I obliged, responding to her needs with a fervor that bordered on desperation. I began to rub her back vigorously, applying firm, insistent pressure, feeding her pleasure until she was practically begging for mercy.

As she continued to writhe beneath me, her body arched and contorted in a desperate plea for release. I knew this was all the foreplay she could handle. With a slow, deliberate movement, I slid my finger into the depths of her sweet spot, plunging it deep into her pleasure center. The sensation was electrifying, sending waves of pleasure rippling through her body.

I continued to explore her body, teasing her sensitive areas, igniting her senses with each touch. The heat was almost unbearable, but I couldn’t resist the urge to push her closer to the brink. Reaching for the small, sleek vibrator I had hidden beneath the pillows, I inserted it into her ample clitoris, setting it to the highest speed. The vibrations were intense, almost painful, but she didn’t flinch, instead, she let out a moan of pure ecstasy.

“Oh, God, yes,” she whispered, her voice choked with pleasure, as the vibrations pounded against her sensitive flesh. The pleasure washed over her like a tidal wave, engulfing her senses, leaving her breathless and utterly spent. Her body shuddered violently, her muscles clenching and releasing in a desperate rhythm. She started to moan, “Harder, harder,” her voice a desperate plea for more.

I obliged, pushing the vibrator deeper, increasing the intensity, feeding her pleasure until she could take no more. Her orgasm was a symphony of pleasure, a crescendo of sensation that left her limp and breathless. As the vibrations subsided, she let out a final, shuddering sigh, her body relaxing into my arms.

Pulling the vibrator out slowly, I held her close, savoring the lingering warmth of her skin, the scent of her body lotion still clinging to her hair. She reached her arms around me, pulling me onto her, claiming me as her own. I must admit, it was quite a sight to see, the two of us intertwined, lost in the throes of passion.

Guiding me into her slowly, I felt a surge of power, a sense of dominance that both thrilled and terrified me. I knew that this moment had to be holy, a sacred ritual dedicated solely to our mutual pleasure. Slowly at first, I started to thrust, building momentum, escalating the intensity. Soon, picking up speed as I knew I must, pushing her further and further into ecstasy.

She looked into my eyes, her pupils dilated, her gaze intense. “Make love to me,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire, her body arching beneath my touch. We both loved sharing this intimacy, this complete surrender to the moment.

As an orgasm washed over me without measure, I closed my eyes, letting go of control, surrendering to the pleasure. A tingle ran all over my skin, a sensation so intense it bordered on pain. Wrapping our arms around each other tight, we clung to each other, lost in the intoxicating heat of our shared passion.

This was turning out to be a perfect night, a night of unbridled desire, a night that would forever be etched in my memory. Closing our eyes, we continued to kiss, absorbing completely this moment of bliss, lost in a world of pleasure and passion. Laying her head on my chest, I heard her sigh as she started to rest, her body relaxing into my embrace.

I gave her a squeeze, holding her tight, as I thought to myself: Merry Christmas to me and to all a good night. The rain continued to fall, but inside the cabin, we had created our own little paradise, a sanctuary of pleasure, a testament to the enduring power of love and lust. And as I drifted off to sleep, cradled in her arms, I knew that this was just the beginning. The night before Christmas had delivered a gift far more precious than any present – the gift of complete and utter surrender.

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