The light snaps into darkness in the kitchen. Toyman walks out, carefully
watching the two steaming mugs of cocoa so as not to spill them. The room is
dark, lit only by the cheery warm glow from the fire. The huge windows to
either side of the mantle show lazy snow drifting down to blanket the
landscape. He walks to the floor in front of the fire, stepping in amongst
the many pillows strewn about. They have created a virtual nest in front of
the warm fragrant fire. Setting the Hot chocolate on the side table, Toyman
quickly sheds his robe and dives for the comfort of the thick blanket in
which she lays. Kim’s mind slows the moment catching every detail, The ruddy
glow on his skin as it reflects the firelight, the tautness of his nipples
as they are exposed to the cool air, even the semi erectness of his manhood
as he anticipates her nakedness under the covers.

He settles into the cushions, laying back he pulls her against his chest.
Her skin smooth and warm, smelling fresh and clean from her recent shower.
Wrapping his arms about her, they settle back listening to the crackling
fire. Kim reaches for her cocoa and sips it. Her tongue delights at the
creamy chocolaty taste. He reaches up and slides his fingers into her hair
as she places the cup back on the table. Lightly turning her head he leans
up to press his lips to hers. The passion high, it is but moments till he
tastes the sweetness of the cocoa. Settling back again She feels the slight
rise and fall of his breathing. She finds comfort in that, a sense that all
is right tonight. He reaches around and almost subconsciously his fingers
slide out lightly gliding around her breasts. The blankets fall away
unnoticed as the heat from the fire builds upon their bodies. Only the light
air currents dare coolly kiss their skin, and then only briefly. His fingers
track ever tighter circles eventual grazing across her nipples. Light gasps
issue from her as she begins to realize the passion she knew was coming. His
hands working in concert tease and rub at her breasts in a perfect dance of
early lovemaking, constantly granting glimpses of what is to come.

His right hand bravely breaks free fanning out as it slides across her tight
abdomen. He travels down eventually feeling the light wisps of her well
trimmed sex. His fingers split to either side with the middle one lightly
sliding over the center. He does not press in at all but her passion has
preceded him and she parts easily. The willingness of her moist sex
encourages him and she feels his delight pressing into her back as he shifts
slightly to the right to better reach her. He slides his hand back up until
that wicked center finger hovers over that which craves his touch. Small
circular motions pressing infinitely closer each time brings a low moan from
her lips. She lays her head back on his shoulder and looses herself in the
feelings.

A wicked thought enters his mind and he lifts his hand seeking hers before
returning to her treasure. She looks over at him seeing the mischievous
smile on his face. He places her hand upon her pussy and covers it with his
own. The blanket falls free with their movements forgotten for the moment.
He aligns his fingers upon hers, their hands becoming one. He presses down
slipping her finger into her wetness. She smiles at his excitement, so much
the playful child, yet all man. She moans again as he forces her to
masturbate at his direction. He is the conductor, in the orchestra of her
pleasure. His guidance with her knowledge of what excites her brings her
quickly to a crescendo.

Before she can release though he halts her playing. He pulls her around and
she straddles his hips. Leaning forward she reaches down to guide him into
her. His tongue flicks out tasting her nipple. He quickly reaches over
dipping a finger in the cocoa. He paints her nipple with the sweet essence
then licks it again. She settles down upon him, the heat of her pussy
wrapping him in its tight embrace. She rides up slowly and the cool air can
be felt on his glistening shaft. She is impatient and begins to rise and
fall rhythmically, not fast, but neither slow. A steady rise and fall
reminiscent of the carousel she rode as a child. His manhood filling deep
inside her makes her fell complete, loved, and desired. Her breathing
quickens, it won’t be long, the orchestra once again builds. She knows she
is close and starts to close her eyes and lay her head back. He reaches up,
hands to either side of her head, and tilts it forward. She opens her eyes
to see him softly whisper “Look at me.” His eyes delve deep into hers and
the sensation of being fully exposed to each other’s gaze during lovemaking
overwhelms her. They see each other’s souls as she lets forth a long moan
turn gasp. Her warm sheath squeezes him tightly causing him to respond in
kind. His shaft swells, fighting the tightness as he too reaches his peak.
For a moment the sex becomes a tug of war as he expands and she contracts
until the slip into synch and the pulsing becomes one. She feels his seed
warmly fill her and he feels her wantonly pull every drop from him. Through
it all they never break eye contact. Her skin glistens with moisture as the
feeling slows and the gasps of each fade into deep breaths. Grasping each
other’s faces they lean forward till their eyes blur, falling into each
other’s hearts, they kiss.

Toyman