Whirlwind of Fire

fire-woman

She is not a glowing ember. She isn’t a gently lilting flame. She’s the rushing backdraft of ferocious flames rushing to greet you, to consume you, as soon as you dare face her fire. This aloof and musical contradiction of cool and hot headedness lit up the party, a wide grin on legs rushing through in a torrent of excited chatter and hugs.

The evening passed in the usual blur where time speeds up and excitement is at a high. We got closer and closer during the evening and exchanged flirty banter and those looks. You know the ones. Curious, daring, challenging, knowing. Time was escaping us, rushing past in an echo of Alice in Wonderland madness. Swept up in her crazy hotness and wild fire we rebelled and kissed – and our lips then tongues meeting was fire to fire. The taste of not girl, but woman. Full knowledge and comprehension of actions, not some naive innocent who will later regret.

It was time for all others to leave us now. We needed to be together and alone, and less clothed and self conscious. We had already consented with minds and mouths, now bodies needed to follow up on that agreement and make the declaration valid with rampant passion.

Door firmly closed; our mouths couldn’t keep away from one another. She was in her element, her element being a whirlwind of fire which doesn’t burn but instead sears you with her branding. All hers, for the taking, for the doing… and I let myself go then, in that moment which lasted the night. Time had flown but now we were together for one moment, one second in which time stood still and nothing else mattered at all. It didn’t matter what anyone thought or would think, what they would say or do. We listened to our bodies wants and needs and switched off the mental soundtrack of anxiety which is ever present.

Her mouth so gentle yet her tongue so deliberate and precise, flickering and teasing. Teasing by playing upon my mind the thoughts of these sensations lower down, circles and insertion and penetration and wetness and hotness. If I hadn’t been fully committed to this night before, she took me by the neck and pinned me down with the weight of those kisses, even though our touch was carefully quiet. We thundered and crashed against one another, in near silence in the house. We heard the screeching of need, but it was pelting in our own minds and crashing through our veins rather than anything actually audible outside of our physical and mental meeting.

I pawed at her, needing more – she acquiesced. Her top removed and her beautiful breasts exposed. First just one, which was appreciated and lapped at, gently bitten, sucked and tasted, then the other. Clothes growing in a pile next to where we played. She took my smaller breasts in her hands and teased mine, too, we examined each other with eyes of appreciation only a woman can share. But still, in between the lip locking and the breast mauling and kissing and sucking, we needed more. Always more. Burning through the sensations like wildfire on dry tinder.

My fingers sought her out, hooking into her remaining clothing, trousers, knickers, whatever fastenings and barriers stood in my way. I pushed against them, and her weak and insincere protestations however cute they were. A glance told me all I needed to know, the surge of want in her eyes was all I needed to push forwards and expose her fully, ready for my onslaught of fingers and mouth. I’d had a small taste but I wanted more. I wanted all.

We continued like this for all the hours in that second until the sun rose and created a spotlight for our debauched antics. My fingers deep inside her, lips crashing on to hers to muffle her groans and cries, as her body was vigorously fucked, as hard as I could give. Fucked with everything I had, and barely let her fuck me, too. But she insisted, and I submitted to her demands. She rose, this beautiful woman, and took all of me and revelled in being taken. Naked, we toyed with each other until the whirlwind of where fire meets fire lowered to a warm glow, in which we finally collapsed against each other, naked, asleep, satisfied.

 

 

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