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My boyfriend, Royce* has an amazing fireplace in his living room. I mean, it isn’t one of those fake, gas-lit ones. It’s an actual wood-burning fireplace with a stone hearth and everything. But he never uses it! I swear it’s cleaner than my bathroom.
When we first started dating, I used to ask about it all the time. I mean, how could he live in cold-ass Michigan and never light the damned thing? He just shrugged and mumbled something about not having time to build a damned fire when he could just turn the heat up. Hmph.
Well, since our relationship has deepened to the point where I have my own key, I decided that it was time to break in his fireplace with some good, old-fashioned fireside lovin’!
I chose a day when I knew Royce wouldn’t be home until late that night. I’d bought enough wood so that once my fire was built I had enough left over to pile neatly in the bin next to the fireplace. I wouldn’t actually light it until I knew he was on his way home, but it was ready.
Of course I made a huge mess lugging all that wood inside. Since I had to vacuum the living room anyway, I went ahead and cleaned his entire place. I mopped floors, dusted shelves, scrubbed toilets … the whole nine yards. I even did two loads of laundry for him!
Then I got to cooking. Lucky for me, Royce is pretty easy to please, food-wise. He’s a real meat and potatoes kind of guy and doesn’t require anything fancy. As my plan was for me to be his “appetizer”, I didn’t want dinner to be completely done to the point where it would get cold while we were enjoying the fire. But, I did want the place to smell delicious. So I went with his favorite: a roast with potatoes and vegetables slow cooked in the crock pot.
I set the dining room table and then put the finishing touches on the living room: a couple of blankets on the floor in front of the fireplace, a few candles and his favorite jazz station on the radio. All I had left to do was get myself ready.
As soon as Royce texted that he was on his way home, I lit the fire. I poured us each a glass of his favorite Scotch and then lit the candles. The place looked and smelled fantastic and I didn’t look too bad, either.
But now that it was time, and I was actually a little nervous. I mean I was sitting there, butt-ass naked on his living room floor! What if he came home in a bad mood? What if he got mad that I dirtied up his pristine fireplace? What if he had a friend with him?
I’d just taken a huge gulp of Scotch to calm my nerves when I heard him walk through the door. And I knew from the moment he saw me that I’d made the right call.
“Sophia,” he was grinning from ear to ear as he walked towards me. “Look at you!”
“You like your surprise?”
Pulling me up into his arms, he kissed me hard before he answered. “I love it! You did this all by yourself?” I nodded as he looked around. “Is that a roast I smell?” I nodded again. “Wow! Everything looks and smells great!” Then he smiled at me and said, “But the best part is you!”
We were back on the floor in seconds, kissing each other furiously. I tried to help him out of his clothes, but he stopped me. “Oh no,” he said, kissing my neck and then my shoulder. He kept going lower as he continued. “Before we do anything else, I want to show you how much I appreciate all this. Now lie back and let me do my thang!”
And down he went. He started with slow, gentle licks and kisses, allowing me to relax and enjoy. He knows my body so well he could tell when I was getting into it.
“Mmmm,” he said between licks. “I can taste how wet you’re getting. You taste so good!”
Even when I was fully aroused, he still kept up a slow and steady pace. That’s one of the things I love about Royce. He doesn’t make me feel like I have to hurry up and cum so he can be done down there. I get to chill and savor every moment. The fact that he was still fully clothed made it even hotter!
I could’ve stayed like that all night, but this really was supposed to be about pleasing my man. So I started to move my hips a little faster, grinding into his face a little harder. He got the hint. Royce lifted my right leg around his shoulder and began a full-court press on my clit. He’s a pro at licking and sucking at the same time, and it drives me wild!
Then he did this thing with his fingers on my g-spot that pushes me over the edge every time. And as I finally came with shout, he kept sucking my clit and massaging my spot through wave after wave of ecstasy.
He quickly undressed while I caught my breath. As he re-joined me on the blankets, I handed him the condom I’d stashed beneath his coffee table. He grinned as he tore open the wrapper.
“So how long have you been planning this?”
“I don’t know,” I said, kissing him lightly. Tasting myself on his lips always turns me on. “But I was sick of you not using this fireplace! I mean, it is December in Michigan!”
Chuckling, he pulled me into a tight embrace. “If we do this every time I light a fire, I’ll be using it more often. Now come here. I’m ready to make love!”
I got on my knees and let him take me from behind. It felt exquisite! I loved the way he gripped my hips tightly, taking complete control of my body. I was really getting into it when all of a sudden he shifted us so that I was on top. He did it so fast, my head spun.
“I want to watch you in the firelight, Baby.” And so I gave my man the ride he wanted. And let me tell you – there’s something very erotic about being watched like that. Between his intense stare and his hard dick, I felt beautiful and sexy.
He let me set the pace and I settled into a nice, languid groove. I wanted it to last, but needed to keep him on his toes, too. So I pulled out one his favorite moves, where I squeeze him with my inner muscles on the upstroke. It drives him crazy every time!
And he kept talking me through it with that sexy voice of his. “Damn, Baby! You look so sexy when you do that!” And “Yeah, do that again … that feels good!”
Royce made me feel desirable despite my stretch marks and scars. He didn’t care about those extra pounds I picked up last month. In the fire and candle light, on top of my Boo, I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world. And my confidence made the sex even better!
We were exhausted by the time we finally sat down to dinner. But we were glowing and giggling, and couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Then after we ate, we snuggled by the fire for another hour or so before turning in for the night.
Royce promised that we’ll make good use of his fireplace from now on … and I plan to hold him to it!
*Royce isn’t his real name. I keep his government name a secret to protect his privacy. And anyway, I always change the names and a few details to protect the not-so-innocent!