Your heart melts

Your heart melts.

"Awww," you say as she comes over to the bed. You stand up and bring her in for a kiss, but find her covered in goosebumps... she is cold. Laughing, you pull her into bed and under the covers, where you wiggle out of your clothes and throw them out onto the floor before cuddling up to her. It feels amazing to have your nude body touching all of her soft flesh, with the roughness of the lingerie. You are already hard and sensitive.

It's easy to warm up this way. You don't even have to use your hands... just kissing is always enough to get Ingrid turned on, and you can feel the mounting warmth and dampness between her legs as you roll lazily under the sheets. You don't unhook her bra, you just push it up, freeing her breasts. You never get tired of making her cum from playing with her nipples, and you suckle at one while you tease the other with your fingers, loving the way her legs open and close as she writhes in pleasure, letting out these quiet gasps. Still sucking her nipple, you put one hand between her legs, finding her soaked, and her soft thighs immediately trap it there. You move your mouth to hers and gently use your fingers, bringing tears to her eyes... you don't know why she cries when she's feeling good, but she often does.

Before you can make your way there yourself, she takes control and disappears under the covers. You feel her lips wrap around your cock and lie back with a groan... any part of your body out of the covers is cold, but you are warm underneath, and her mouth is hot. You watch the shape of her under the covers bobbing up and down as she spoils your shaft with her tongue.

You join her under the covers and slide her sopping, red panties down her pale thighs, exposing dripping, blonde pubic hair and the powerful musk of her womanhood.

Soon you are both cocooned in the covers, blind because you are completely covered, buried in her pussy with her legs locked around your waist to keep you there. She clutches at your back as you give her hickies all over her neck, working your hips as much as her legs will allow. She scratches your back and sobs as you yell, pouring out gallons of cum inside her. For some reason you can never keep your voice down when you are with Ingrid. Even after you have let it all out, your cock keeps twitching inside her.

Warm, and now sweaty, you cling together under the covers. It's been a good year.