Fira's Flat (By Invitation Only)

[Fira]

I stand just outside, hand on the door knob. "Welcome to my room. Anyone is free to peek in the window, but I must ask that none enter without an invitation. This is my Sanctuary, found at The China Pearl Inn." With that, I turn the knob and open the door...

The warm glow from the numerous oil lamps reveals a room full of bookshelves. Their rich cherry surfaces polished to a high shine, reflecting the light back into the room. The one wall not taken by bookshelves is adorned with a large picture window framing a king-size four poster bed, also made of cherry. The large comforter covering the bed is of hunter green and gold stripes. Navy blue and burgundy accent pillows prop against the matching green and gold pillow shams. The tapestried burgundy and gold neck roll taking the place in the center.

The spaces between the bookshelves are painted a dark hunter green and sport prints of various lighthouses. The deep wine colored sheer drapes at the window are held back by small brass lighthouses. The various fixtures in the room, such as the oil lamps, wall switches, and door knobs are all of polished brass.

One corner is taken up by two large overstuffed chairs, both in a plaid print of deep wine, hunter green, and navy blue, with thin lines of gold. Between the chairs sits a small cherry table; a shared ottoman of a rich burgundy leather within reach of both. A navy blue lap blanket is tossed carelessly over the back of one of the chairs, a book lying open on the cushion. The age darkened wood floor is covered with a floral print Persian rug that reflects the same colors as used in the rest of the room.

Thanks for the Room, CG!​

 

[Fira]

Pushing the door closed behind us, I flip the lock to ensure our privacy. Of course there is nothing to be done about the window, but that is not a great concern at the moment as my eyes fall on Brazen, hoping he finds the room a pleasant one. Smiling a little nervously as I step closer to him, I ask softly, "So...does it look any better from in here than it did from the window?" My tone teasing, fairly certain of his answer.

 

[BrazenFellow]

"Of course. Warmer, for one. Better than crunching by in the snow outside and just seeing the old-world comfort through the windowpanes."

With deliberately slow strokes, I explore Fira's lean body. Starting with the shoulders, my hands trace her outline. They slide inwards to caress in a single pass her breasts, feeling the satisfying weight in my palms, drifting over onto her back, pulling her close. We kiss, I let it linger, and my hands slide over her rear.

"Quieter up here. Lovely show in the main room, to be sure, but I think I prefer this quiet." Favours Fira with a warm smile, hands on her hips once more.

 

[Fira]

I shiver slightly, his hands leaving a trail of fiery tingles in their wake as he gently explores. I can feel the heat spread as he pulls me closer, letting my tongue dance sensuously with his as his hands cup my ass. I can feel his arousal pressing into me through his clothes, begging to be released. My hands slide up his arms, coming to rest lightly on his chest.

"I think I prefer it myself."

 

[BrazenFellow]

The glow of the oil lamps lights her body wonderfully and shadows smoothly accent Fira's curves, much to my delight. I kiss again, lifting her into my arms, and set her on the bed. Running my hand over the cherrywood as if it is a woman's smooth flank, I smile idly to myself - I do like these warm woods, my other favourite being teak - and lay my other hand on her chest, flat, between and above her breasts, pushing gently but firmly until Fira's back is against the mattress.

"Stay. I'll be back."

Leaving her side for a few moments, I lay my jacket, toque and gloves over the back of a wonderfully upholstered chair. I turn down a few of the lamps, watching them gutter before turning the wick up another centimeter to set it just right, a soft glow to darken the room a bit more. Polished wood glimmers, and I unbutton my shirt slowly. My belt is a hassle for most, an interesting toggle instead of something more common, so I undo that as well and don't see the polished metal of it catch the light as my eyes return to Fira.

 

[Fira]

A startled giggle escapes me as he picks me up easily and sets me on the bed, the gentle pressure of his hand forcing me to lie back for him. My eyes follow him as he turns certain lights off, adjusting others to maximize the intimate feeling of the room. Watching in appreciation as he unbuttons his shirt and unfastens his belt.

My usually brilliant green eyes darken somewhat, anticipation of what's to come written clearly upon my face. Shifting slightly, my thighs rubbing together as the wetness forms between them, I'm impatient to have him take me in whatever way pleases him most.

 

[BrazenFellow]

Watching your green eyes I remove my shirt and step out of my trousers, leaving them in a pile on the floor. My body is lean, two inches under six feet tall, broad-shouldered and muscled from work and play in the forest. Our lips touch again as I brace myself above you, parting your legs with one of my own, and my lips travel downwards, a kiss laid on your jaw, three on your neck, one between your breasts and another over your center, just above your navel.

Then one on your mound. A kiss each for the insides of your thighs, and the mattress is soft below me as I settle, slinging your legs over my powerful shoulders so those long calves can rest on my back. I part your sex with an exploratory lick, starting at the bottom, enjoying the taste of your excitement.

 

[Fira]

My eyes roam over him as he approaches the bed, taking in the well defined shape. I reach a hand out to pull him down with me, enjoying the dizzy feeling he leaves me with from our kiss. My legs parting of their own accord at the gentle pressure of his, each subsequent kiss more delicious than the last, quivering as he moves lower.

I whimper softly as he kisses my thighs, squirming. When his tongue begins it's gentle exploration, I utter a gasp. Every nerve in my body sensitive to the slightest caress.

 

[BrazenFellow]

I free up my left hand, parting the lips of your femininity. Tongue flattens against your hot flesh here and parts the inner lips as it drags upwards over the hole, taking your wetness with it. I find the clitoral hood and kiss it, running my tongue along just underneath it until it retracts fully and then, to tease you, lick just closely enough that the side brushes lightly against the nub.

To vary the motions the tip of my tongue goes through, letters like X, H, V, A, R, O, G, S, and W trace across and around your clitoris. My lips occasionally press against the excitement-slicked skin before my tongue flattens and licks down to your wet opening before rising to the round, sensitive clit. For more variety, I switch to Cyrillic. That "F" especially causes a light, breathy sound to issue from your parted lips as I pleasure you. My left hand has no need to hold you open, so I let it rub near the bottom until my fingers are coated in your wetness. A pause as I lick down to your opening again and slide my tongue inside - "Australian Kiss" is the slang term. As a French kiss, just "down under." I flick it around and vary the pressure it puts on your tightness. As it withdraws, I replace it with two fingers. My tongue works its way to your clitoris once again, lapping up your juices.

Spread around those two fingers of my left hand, your sex is incredible. Tightly pressed against my fingers, the combination of pressure, heat and wetness is perfection itself and I can hardly wait to press my erect shaft deep inside you. Rising closer to your climax, feeling the heat rise from your loins and nipples to fill your body, your hips press against my knuckles and mouth. I hope by now you've freed your hands and are working your breasts and running them up and down your torso. My right hand rests on the inside of your thigh, at the join of leg and groin, squeezing rhythmically.

 

[Fira]

Whatever it is his tongue is doing, is driving me crazy! Moving against him, I can feel my body responding as if it were an instrument in the hands of a master musician. My hands flowing over my breasts, heightening my pleasure as my fingers pinch and tweak my hard nipples. My eyes closed,moaning my enjoyment of the intimate kiss, my breathing begins to come in short panting whimpers. My body tenses, a tidal wave building rapidly, rushing towards the shore.

Oh my God! I'm cumming! OOOHHHH!

Screaming out as the first crashing wave washes over me...

 

[BrazenFellow]

Pleased to have sated your desires for now I keep licking, softly lapping at your clitoris and the inner lips of your feminity. This done I kiss my way up your body slowly, settling beside you on the mattress.

"Thanks for that - glad you enjoyed yourself. Interested in returning the favour, or would you like something else?"

 

[Fira]

Taking a moment to catch my breath, I turn towards him, propping my head on one hand while trailing the other over his chest. My eyes an unusual shade of green, almost cat-like, as I grin mischievously at him from under lowered lashes.

That all depends...

I tease softly, my nails tracing around his nipples, and down across his abdomen. Leaning in, I flick my tongue out, running it over his lips to taste myself there. My hand wanders lower, finding him hard and waiting. My slender fingers wrap around him and squeeze lightly, my voice a husky whisper.

What would you have me do?

 

[BrazenFellow]

Leaning in, I kiss her full lips and lay my hand on her side. The sensation of her hand on my shaft is welcome, despite - or perhaps because of - the light touch I can feel sensation surging outwards from the core until I swear I could feel Fira's fingerprints on my skin, each individual ridge. "That depends. Are you multi-orgasmic, miss?"

Leaving her lips alone so she can answer, I lick her jaw lightly and trail kisses down the length of her neck to her chest, slowly spiraling my tongue in towards her nipples and taking them between my teeth as the tip touches the sensitive nub. A soft bite, enough to feel the difference in sensation between teeth and tongue, and I kiss again, moving to her other breast.

"And I think I would not mind staying the night here either, in the warmth instead of braving the cold again to go home - if that pleases you."

 

[Fira]

Once again his kiss leaves me breathless. Smiling coyly, still teasing after catching my breath...

I guess you'll just have to find that out for your self...

Whimpering as his mouth finds my over-sensitive nipples, tiny shocks coursing through me as he moves from one to the other. I squeeze him again, then turn loose to let my nails trace small circles over him, reveling in the twitching my touch evokes. My mind reeling from his attentions, I barely manage to gasp out...

No sense in you going out into the snow....not when things are so much warmer in here...

 

[BrazenFellow]

"Thank you." As a small reward, or more appropriately a token of gratitude, my lips drop from her breasts to her neatly muscled, slim midsection and trace over her curves to her sex once more, laying a deep kiss on her clitoris yet again. Complete with tongue, of course.

 

[Fira]

Letting out a loud moan as his mouth searched out my dripping sex again, my hands grasping at his head. My body trembling at the fresh onslaught to my senses. My already tingling nerve endings screaming with each flick of his tongue, each sucking pull from his lips. In moments, I'm loosing control yet again, my body locking down, breathing stopped for several moments, as a silent cry is wrenched from me.

 

[BrazenFellow]

Waiting for this unexpected orgasm to pass - I marvel at how sensitive you are - I maintain the steady twitching pressure of my tongue on your clitoris until you decide you're done. Not bothering to kiss my way back up this delightfully shaped body I kiss you again.

"Well then. A yes for multi-orgasmic." I softly bite her shoulder, using my strength to lift her and then lay her diagonally across the mattress, extending her arms towards the post in that corner. Rising from the bed I retrieve a scarf from my coat pocket, dyed silk, a memento from a past lover, and bind her hands so she can bring them down in front of her, but not part them. I set one hand on the binding and keep them above her head.

"Breathe deep." Positioning myself above her pleasured body, I lay the head of my rigid shaft at her entrance and press inside slightly, waiting for her to inhale before smoothly filling her with a single thrust, my muscled chest against the firm lobes of her breasts, lips brushing against hers, and thick member pressed deeply inside.

 

[Fira]

Sighing against his lips, nipping playfully at them until he moves to bite back at me. Gasping when he suddenly moves me in the bed, angling my body to suit him. A soft whimper as he gets up, hoping he hasn't changed his mind about staying, my eyes follow him as he retrieves a scarf. The whimpers now ones of anticipation, eagerly awaiting whatever is to come.

My hands now bound and held over my head, I moan low in my throat as I feel the thick member between my legs. Raising my legs slightly, and spreading them a little more, I take the deep breath he's ordered of me and feel him fill me in one fluid motion.

My breathing quickens. Already overly sensitive, I know it won't take much to push me over the edge again, especially with the addition of the scarf. Focusing my attention on him, I work to tighten those special muscles that will give him the feeling of being "milked", no other part of me moving.

 

[BrazenFellow]

Without saying a word, I express my unadulterated pleasure by grinding in against Fira firmly, feeling those wonderfully shaped labia close around the base of my shaft again, using my pubis to pleasure her clitoris with continual frontal pressure. My weight is on my elbows, my free hand curled around the nape of her neck, her soft hair and warm skin being what I focus on so I don't finish too quickly as a result of the amazing sensations she provides without moving.

Firmly, I nip her neck. With a soft kiss on the same spot, I add contrast. Working my way up, I lick, nuzzle, kiss and bite to her lips, kissing deeply and raising my hips from hers until just the head parts her labia. A pause for a heartbeat, and I fill her again, thrusting and grinding in sequence, always watching those entrancing green eyes, enjoying watching her pleasure build.

 

[Fira]

A combination of a whimper and a moan, knowing that I won't be able to keep my focus for long they way he grinds against me. Buried in me, I can feel the pulsing mass of him. Wanting to wrap my arms around him, to pull him closer, his teasing mouth driving me crazy. A cry of loss muffled by his lips as he pulls back, raising my hips to meet his as he buries himself again. My legs automatically going around his waist, using them to draw him in further, moving with him, my hips gyrating in small circles opposite to his to increase the sensations.

 

[BrazenFellow]

Lowering my head to the side of hers, I kiss an earlobe before quietly speaking, voice thickened with arousal and flavoured with pleasure; "Absolutely... delight-mmm-ful." I hold a kiss with her, riding out her movements and releasing her hands.

They're still bound, but she is free to move her arms now. My free hand reaches down between us, which is brief, as I have to lift my hips from hers to do so and this is not something I want to do for long, certes. Taking her ample excitement on two fingertips, I trace it around her nipples, caressing one with my hand and licking her wetness from the other.

"When you're ready, let go. I don't mind at all."

 

[Fira]

Lowering my arms, my tied hands coming to rest around his neck. Feeling his fingers touch briefly, my nipples two hard little pebbles as he rubs my own sweetness into them, then a gasp as he licks one clean, my bound hands pulling him onto my heaving breast, begging him to not stop. Arching into him as he grants me permission to cum for him without my asking. My body at war with itself...part of me more than ready to cum, wanting to, needing to...the other not willing to let go of the delicious sensations that continue to build.

 

[BrazenFellow]

After minutes of this sweet languor I bring her to completion, thrusting into your willing sex once more, grinding for the last time, teasing your nipples and kissing deeply, all eliciting sensations that feel like molten copper spreading along each nerve and splashing out from the synapses.

Though insisting on her orgasm, it is a gentle build and a release of her own choosing. With her, I come, not bothering to withdraw prior to or during, holding deep and letting my pulsing and quivering to trigger her own reciprocal actions. I don't hold her down while she orgasms, instead I lift her to my chest and let her cling, riding out her pleasure and my own, feeling myself empty into her and the cool wash of endorphins that follows this orgasm.

 

[Fira]

Unable to fight it off any longer, his ministrations more than a match for my will to prolong it, I feel his own tension build. My cries of ecstasy muffled by another breath-stealing kiss as he pull me up to him, my release as total and complete as his own.

Sagging against him, trying to catch my breath, my eyes closed, I feel as though my very bones have been turned to liquid.

Thank you...

My voice barely audible to even me.

 

[BrazenFellow]

Without disengaging from you, my arms stay in place, your head resting in the palm of my hand. My lips brush against your ear. "It was my pleasure."

Slowly, I untie her hands. Even more slowly I raise myself from Fira's body, using the scarf to dry her sex and then my own. I pull the covers back and ease her under them, rising from the bed to extinguish all the lamps but one, which I leave in a spot where from its polished brass housing it can illuminate the bed. "It's getting late - I won't fall asleep on you, but in the interests of being awake before noon tomorrow we should probably settle down. Agreed?"

A simple caress follows, as I sit on the mattress, pulling the covers up over her hip.