Molten Love

Molten Love

>There's a bitter bite to the bedroom. Autumn took a hard left into winter, with an early-season cold snap. You could see your breath clouding the air heavily, as if you'd suddenly learned Frost Breath. It was that cold, you were feeling it under your duvet, even though it was rated for usual autumn weather.
>Well, most of you. Something hot and gooey was brushing up against your hand and with a sudden flare of heat, began crawling over it and up onto your body. Perched on your chest sat your Slugma, looking slightly sluggish in the cold air. "Morning sleepyhead" you started, "something tells me you won't be doing anything too demanding today".
>She glowered at you, hating jokes made about the fact her body would slow down in colder climates before voicing her displeasure in her crackling, hiss-snapping voice that called to mind the click of a lighter, the roar of a fire and the rumble of a volcanic eruption simultaneously. You giggled. "I'm sorry", running one hand over her head flares and scratching the back of them as you know she liked. "I feel exactly the same way, I don't want to move until I'm well and truly warmed up".
>With a twitch of one eye, which you had long realised was her way of raising an eyebrow at you, she wriggled and re-positioned herself, so her head was level with yours, now sitting on your collarbones and with an odd look on her face. The mood had subtly changed and your breath grew shorter, not due to the weight pressing on your chest, but in anticipation, your pulse beginning to race.
>With a gasp, you feel her beginning to stretch her way down and over your chest, over your ribcage and down to the mattress, flattening her body out to coat your torso. You wonder why and are about to ask her when you realise her plan. Warmth begins to spread from your chest to your body and you look up to meet your eyes. Shyly, she bows her head to yours, kissing you gently.
>You're not sure how long you kissed but you are aware that you're now sporting a proud erection and thoughts unbidden are now surfacing in your mind. You're shaken out of your train of thought by another flare of heat against your skin and you realise she's brushing herself against your member gently, cooing softly to herself in admiration. She kisses you again, while briefly enveloping you in her folds and you feel yourself twitch even firmer.
>You gasp and break the kiss, you're almost sure if she could blush, she would be. You know you should say something, anything but the words won't come *Actions speak louder than words* You lean up and kiss her back, raising one hand to scratch behind her flares again, one hand caressing her body, as she slowly draws herself back to her usual shape. She breaks the kiss.
>With purpose, she begins sliding backwards down your body, never breaking eye contact. She watches your reaction hungrily as she slips over your hips and crotch. Without moving her body, you suddenly feel her manipulate your shaft to upright, before another hotter flare of heat makes you gasp in realisation. She really does want it and it's really happening.
>It feels like she was poured onto you, moulded for you alone. You gasp, gritting your teeth against the spike in temperature and begin to caress her. She looked at you a little dazed, smirking at you. You gasp again as her inner walls begin to ripple deliciously in waves from base to tip, while she sits immobile looking at you. Her pace and intensity quickens.
>Instinct takes over and you begin to thrust in time with her rippling and are rewarded by a snap of surprise. Your eye lock again and you quicken your own pace. She's quivering, crackling like a summer wildfire suddenly you can't take it any more. As you peak and being releasing your orgasm, she suddenly starts spasming against you, milking you dry as you finish up.
>Neither of you move, both not wanting to break the moment or contact, content to sit in the afterglow of what you'd done. Eventually you feel her begin to loosen her grip on you, before starting to pull herself back up your chest.
>She's moving more sprightly than before, you idly note, but ignore it to pull her into another kiss. You could get used to being warmed up like this.
>You wake up to find the bedroom air cold once again, but under the winter duvet, you're both toasty warm. With a smile, you greet her with a good morning kiss before running your hand over her softly.
>A slight bump distracts your attention and you run your hands over it confusedly a few times, before turning to look at her. Shyly, she bows her head to yours, kissing you gently.