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Sitting by the fire, towel drying her dark hair, CJ, sipped her brandy and sighed heavily. This was Valentine’s Day and no Alec in sight. He had been snowbound in the city and called to say he wouldn’t make it home to celebrate that evening. CJ resolutely took her shower, changed into her short white nighty and went to sit by the fire. She watched the snow boiling around the windows; so thick the world had become, a white murky soup beyond 20 feet. Alec’s absence launched a catching sigh from her body; silent tears slipped from her gray eyes. Just as she was pouring a second glass of brandy the front door blew open. “ALEC!!!” CJ shrieked as she ran and jumped on him, locking her legs around his waist. She didn’t see the roses and the string of gold-lipped pearls he held. Alec had to immediately drop them to catch her bare bottom with both hands. He laughed and slammed the front door closed with his foot, as CJ covered his face in kisses and brushed the snow from his hair continuing to embrace him with her legs. Walking to the fire, Alec stroked her firm ass and shapely legs with his cold hands, making her squeal but not convincing her to release him. As he sat on the hearth, steam rising from his wet clothes, CJ slipped from his waist and grabbed the brandy to pour him a glass while she assaulted him with questions on how he had gotten home in the blizzard. She only half heard his words; something about Hummers, snowplows and highway patrol cars. CJ quickly ran into the bedroom for warm dry clothes. All the while Alec couldn’t take his eyes off of his beautiful CJ. Her dark, shoulder-length hair, still damp and fragrant from the shower, curled around her gamin face. And as she dashed down the hall on her mission he could see her gorgeous ass flashing under the white nighty. All day he had dreamed of her beauty, warmth, love and sexy, cheery nature. And Alec knew that all day she waited for him at home. While she was out of the room, Alec stood up quickly and retrieved both the pearl necklace and roses. He entangled the necklace among the leaves and petals and put them on the floor behind a pillow to surprise her. He remained standing by the fireplace when she entered the room. Flashing her delightful pussy, CJ stepped up to the hearth to be nearer his height; he was a head taller than she. She would help him get undressed, dry and warm. She tossed a fluffy white towel onto his wet, blonde hair, roughing it up to dry as he dragged off his heavy, soaked overcoat, slipped from his wet shoes and began to unfasten his trousers. Every few seconds Alec’s hands stopped their chores and urgently moved to caress CJ’s warm, tanned skin under her nighty. Never did she attempt to escape from his touch. She placed Alec’s hands under her breasts and between her thighs to warm them faster and to satisfy her desperate need for his touch. Simply seeing Alec standing in the door had excited an aching desire deep within her. Of course it was Valentine’s Day, but her need to be with him, to make love with him, was much more profound. Alex was the only man who had ever made CJ feel special, protected and supremely well loved. After dropping his trousers and underwear to the floor, he began to pull the sweater over his head. CJ’s hands moved another soft towel quickly over his torso and down his hips and legs; rubbing vigorously to dry and warm his flesh. Reaching to hand him his glass of brandy, she dipped her finger in the amber liquid and stroked it several times along his growing shaft. He sighed and tilted his head back, continuing to dry his arms, as she licked the warming tonic from him and teased him with her small, hot tongue, causing the heat of desire to thaw the blizzard’s chill. Stepping back from her, Alec quickly shrugged on his warm robe, slowly raised her to her feet and deliberately began to remove the nighty. The tiny bows at her shoulders allowed him to slowly touch, kiss and examine each freshly exposed span of skin as he pulled it down her body. CJ’s soft, golden shoulders glistened in the firelight and Alec could see the damp spots left by his tongue at each stop he’d made to welcome himself home. Her arms were slender and beautifully shaped. But the enchantment always struck him as he began to view the silken swell of her small, perfectly formed breasts. Grazing her pale coral nipples and cupping the bottom of her creamy flesh, CJ’s body responded with such strength she gasped. Smiling at her, Alec pushed the nighty on down her waist and hips to drift on the hearth even as the snow barricaded them into their shrinking world. “My God,” he exclaimed as he drank in the perfect proportions of her tiny frame. Her lithe body, rising globes, nipped waist; the dizzying tilt of her bare mound and curving arch of her ass, all there for the taking. His hand slipped between her legs as his arm took her weight, lifting her and setting her on his lap at the heated hearth. Wrapped together in his robe, they sipped the brandy and touched each other in knowing ways…….sucking on necks, lips enveloping each other, pulling. Drinking the other’s mouth with tongues wrestling -- each aware that to lose was to win. They slipped from the hearth onto the thick flokati rug, softly cushioning them; the snug wool, tickled their bare skin. Alec’s hand moved along CJ’s slender body. His palm moved against her mound. She realized that the hours of worry for him felt like days -- the sensations he aroused with his touch were delirious. The look on her face told Alec that a quick orgasm under his hand was there if he desired . . . and he desired! CJ thrust herself against him. One of his fingers rubbed small circles on her hardening button as another entered her . . . rubbing and stroking in unison. Harsh and uneven, the breath rushed in and out of her lungs as she writhed against his hand. Like a reptile sheds its skin, CJ’s golden body began undulating, while Alec inserted a second finger into her. He watched her face. Her eyes partially closed, she was biting her lips and he could feel the movement of her shoulders and torso and hips. CJ’s cumming was a scene Alec would hold in his mind forever. Her core was suddenly pierced by a radiance that fired along her spine, speeding to all her body’s nerves. The surge struck like a lightning bolt leaving her legs rigid and tight, all but crippling his hand. Her voice became low, rough, slow and loud as Alec’s name rose from that petite form in his arms! She was astonished at how quickly and intensely Alec’s touch had taken her over. All she could think was more, more, more… Reaching for Alec, CJ turned her body to mesh with his. He stretched and entwined her elfin length around himself. As he moaned at her touch, Alec’s arousal was powerful and hot. She touched his hardness with her small hands, stroking and teasing him to a plum-topped torch. Alec reclined and enjoyed CJ’s attention but decided to take her little hands from his cock. He had other plans for the evening! Kissing her hands, he pushed her gently back down to the furry rug and turned onto his side. Alec rested on one arm to watch the flames reflect on CJ’s body, slowly mapping their dance with his fingers as his hardness was pressed against her hip. Her nipples were swollen and quivering with each breath and shone a honey color in the firelight. Then it hit him! HONEY -- the color of the pearls he had fought the worst blizzard in 10 years to bring to her!! Lifting his arm past her and around a pillow, Alec brought the tissue-wrapped bouquet of ivory roses with the vining pearls and gently placed them at the sweet apex of her legs. Raising her head, CJ’s choked surprise was enough to make everything he had gone through to get home worthwhile. Looking more closely she reached toward her moist flesh where the roses nestled and slipped her finger under a loose portion of the snared pearl strand. The golden-lipped hue of the large pearls against the creamy roses all but made them invisible until she saw them shimmering in the firelight against her tanned skin. CJ gently began pulling the pearls from the roses, drawing some of the petals from the blossoms out of the bouquet. Alec watched mesmerized as the golden-lipped pearls and pale petals spread themselves along that delicate body. He reached for more of the blooms and began to scatter the blossom fragments around and on her. Then he lightly took the pearls and began weaving them into her hair to trail down her neck and toward her breasts. On this night of ritualized love, CJ was his Queen Mab and he would worship her! The remaining roses found themselves scattered on the rug and reflected in the brandy glasses. Alec positioned himself over CJ’s body as her delicate arms reached for his neck. He took the golden pearls from her hair and then ran them between her lips, watching that delicate pink tongue flicking moisture on the honeyed globes passing by. Alec’s hand spanned her rib cage and his thumb and small fingers played with her nipples as he pulled the textured string along to tease the small peaks more. Shivering more erect, CJ’s nipples responded to the combination of the touch of his hand and the touch of the pearls as never before. Moving farther down her form, Alec gently lifted her slender leg to make room between them. And then he requested of her the most erotic thing man ever said to woman, “Darling, open your legs for me.” At that CJ’s breath faltered as her legs left unguarded her heat and delicate lips. Gathering the pearls in his hand as he nestled into her, Alec proceeded to double the strand and pull the sun-hued baubles along either side of her clitoris. And then to tease all along her vulva with the same action as on her nipples earlier. Fingers playing her sensitive flesh, the beads did their work, bringing her pleasure and causing her hips to rotate on the floor. When each bead completed its task, Alec slipped the gems into her as if he was hiding treasure in a cave. As the last few globes were buried, CJ’s clitoris was as hard, large and gold as if one of the pearls had been left behind. Alec inserted first one finger and then two into the cave to find the treasure and to retrieve it in rhythm with the actions of his tongue and mouth. His tongue stroked from top to bottom all along CJ’s labia, inhaling her scent and then her flesh into his mouth, sucking her sweet juice into himself. The swirling of the pearls with his fingers, the broad stroking of his tongue along her slit began to generate more sweetness from her; so much that his mouth overflowed. Everything was fluid and slippery just like the exotic golden-lipped oysters that created the pearls. Alec’s tongue swept along and down to the treasure cave, replacing his fingers there. And his fingers moved to her dark opening as he slowly tugged the golden beads, one at a time. He pulled them purposefully and firmly across CJ’s clit. The arousing rhythm was in synch with his tongue stroking her pussy and his fingers massaging her pucker. Her excitement was indescribable. CJ’s pelvis was lifted and she was pushing, pulsating against Alec’s hand, the pearls, his tongue and fingers. My God! She had no idea how long she would be able to last under the most intensely, orgasmic feelings she had ever known! Her hands swiftly, frantically moved back and forth between gripping the pile of the wool rug, to pulling Alec closer to her inferno. Every single action threatened to take her over the edge. As her moans increased and her begs for release became louder, Alec would slightly change the rhythm of one or the other, to slow her down . . . only to stoke the flames again with the new beat. Alec’s own erection was as hard as he could ever remember. The rigid, aching pulse of it demanded nothing less than entrance into CJ’s delicious pussy. He knew that he couldn’t last much longer without diving for the last pearls in that treasured cave! And he wanted to plunge in just as she reached her peak … intensifying his actions, watching her delicate little face and timing his breathing with hers, encouraging her with each pant of his own, Alec knew . . . CJ’s entire being magnified everything Alec was doing … the incessant pattern of the pearls and pressure, tongue and pressure, fingers and pressure. Her gyrations became feral, animalistic with the fire and pleasure. The release she begged for came closer, just out of reach, until she held her breath and finally exhaled a tornado that swept her up into the funnel, spinning her dizzyingly midst thunder and lightning! “ALLLECCC!!!” She was still screaming his name. He quickly pulled her legs to his shoulders, and plunged his cock into her liquid center. He drove into her as her full orgasm peaked and convulsed around him and the few pearls remaining … both of which stirred his engorged head in ways unimagined. Just as CJ began to come down from her crest, he could feel the pearls being slowly pulled from her vagina! Almost imperceptibly each one bumped his tip, stroked his penis and collided between him and her opening. Finally she pressed each of the last beads against herself and massaged her clitoris with her own hand. Alec both watched and felt the golden reveal. Looking into the those huge eyes, Alec felt his own release building and rising as he saw another orgasm beginning to breach for her. As the last three, golden orbs worked and played their journey through a different ocean; Alec and CJ assaulted the wave of their tandem passion, breathing in short, and sharp gasps. Now the ages old ritual dissolved to just the two of them in kelp forest clarity . . . The golden beads, drove liquid crystal waves through them; with ferocity and power, shattering and rebuilding the currents. Floods of underwater steam geysers punctuated their orgasms and their long cries of pleasure rang out through the snowy night. Alec and CJ melted into one another and lay in an exhausted pool with the firelight glinting off their moist skin and the still damp pearls. Whispering shallowly through their lungs and mouths came, “Happy St. Valentine’s Day.” Alec slowly looked at CJ asking, “What is my Valentine’s present?” CJ, smiling mischievously dropped her hand, grasped the pearls and held them before Alec’s face. “I thought these might have other uses … ” As he nodded in agreement, they laughed in an embrace, each of them offering thanks to the gods of blizzards and gold-lipped pearls. ~ * Gold-lipped pearls are large and gold colored and are harvested from gold-lipped oysters cultivated in the coastal waters between Australia and Indonesia. |
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