Diane and Kurt had decided that for this long weekend they would spend it together at a rented log cabin. Kurt thought it would be secluded enough for them to be themselves and for no disturbances. For dinner he made a delicious tender steak, onion rings and fries which they consumed earlier in the evening at the old fashioned log style table, of course their usual play of footsie whilst they ate occured.
Later that evening Diane was sat in the lounge area, on the couch watching the flames of the fire dance meanwhile Kurt still in the kitchen pouring her a glass of pinot noir just after he got himself a cold refreshing beer.
Heading back into the lounge area he found that Diane had discarded her black stiletto pumps, curling her feet onto the couch, she was too focused observing the glowing fire not hearing him come back in.
“Here.” Kurt handed her the glass with Diane moving her feet allowing him to sit next to her.
“Thank you.” She said watching him sit, she lifted her feet moving to rest them on his thighs with him placing his large free hand over her ankles.
“You warm enough?”
“Yes, it's nice and cosy in here now.” Diane replied taking a steady sip from her glass, feeling Kurt's hands trail from her ankles to her calves and back down again repeatedly.
“This was a great idea and you know, it's kind of romantic. I do have to say for your idea I'm impressed.” Diane commented glancing over at her husband, he furrowed his eyebrows staring at her, slightly stunned at her remark.
“Why are you shocked that I came up with a romantic idea, I am a romantic kind of guy.” Diane threw her head back letting out her loud chuckle, her laughter causing Kurt to smile.
“You romantic, Kurt I have to remind you when it's valentines, where and when to make restaurant reservations also what to buy me, bearing in mind you know what I like regarding perfume or jewellery.” Kurt sniggered at her reply, a little upset that his wife would think he isn't a romantic gentleman, she was right about valentines but he didn't really believe in bringing the love of his life flowers or jewellery just once a year, he would do it several times, he adored surprising her with special gifts he would buy her from his various trips.
“You telling me I don't rock your world at the end of the evening?” Diane looked at him pretty astonished, her mouth agape her eyebrows up high on her flushed face.
“You know what to do when we're in bed, so that's why that part of the evening is amazing, although it's not romantic. But you coming up with romantic suggestions, sorry darling it's not really your forte.” Diane said taking another sip of her wine, Kurt sniggered watching her, furrowing his brows at her. Evidently her memory wasn't as sharp as his when it came to his romantic suggestions.
“What about when we went to that spa in Italy for the week, you telling me that wasn't romantic? Having me massage you, sharing a hot bubble bath. All of which was my idea, I didn't need any input into that.”
“Oh yeah I forgot about the spa, well I do give you that because that vacation was perfect and going to the spa was totally romantic.” Diane said taking a large gulp from her glass.
“See a romantic kind of guy.” Kurt gestured towards himself with Diane giggling in response, finishing the rest of her wine.
“What do you say we make love on that sheep skin rug in front of the fire?” Kurt suggested to her, his hands continuously fondling over her calves and ankles.
“You and make love huh, Kurt you like to fuck me it's not very often we actually make love.” Kurt sniggered dramatically at her response.
“I try to make love to you and you tell me to go harder and faster that's when it turns into fucking.” Kurt pointed out.
“Sometimes I like it a bit rough and when I've had you teasing me, I just want you right then and there.” Diane defeneded herself.
“Okay if your going to be like that, what do you say I fuck you on the sheep skin rug in front of the fire?” Kurt said stroking his hand further up her calf, his fingertips grazing her thigh slightly above her knee.
“Get me another glass of wine and I'll think about it.” Diane requested, handing her glass over to him she moved her legs from his thighs, a smirk spread across her face.
“Sure but you better put out.” Diane rose a brow, her eyes flicking over to the kitchen behind them hinting to him what she really wanted at this moment in time, watching him sigh heavily he got up setting his beer bottle on the side table he moved over to the kitchen for her wine.
Diane stood from the couch, stalking over to the fire standing on the sheep skin rug, she felt its softness under her feet it felt so good she couldn't resist dropping onto her knees and rolled over onto her back, laying stretched out on the rug, it was also extremely comfy. Coming back into the lounge Kurt smirked when he found her lying down in front of the fire, walking over to her, he sat on his knees next to her.
“Is that snug?” He asked placing her glass on the hearth of the fire place.
“In fact it is, lay next to me?” Diane hutched making enough room for him.
“I would rather lay on top of you.” He said flirtatiously, stroking his right hand over her left thigh creeping under her navy blue dress.
“I said I would think about it.” Diane teased prolonging his desire, although not bothering to slap his hand away as it travelled further along the soft skin of her thigh.
“Maybe I should try another method of persuasion.” Kurt whispered.
Leaning over her brushing his lips against hers delighted at how fast her lips craved his kiss.
Giving in to his own wants he began to kiss her, rapidly igniting more of a passionate kiss with him sucking delicately on her top lip, pushing his tongue into her mouth and caressing along her tongue, his actions earning gentle moan from the back of her throat, her left hand grasping behind his neck not wanting him to pull away anytime soon.
Kurt's hand travelled further up her thigh, his fingertips brushing over her silk underwear, her response at his sinful touch was for her fingers to thread through his salt and pepper locks at the nape of his neck. Kurt pulled back from her lips wanting to watch his hand slide into her panties, he didn't waste any time, pushing his middle finger between her folds and stroking her wet flesh.
“Mmm.” Diane whimpered, slipping her tongue along her lips, rapidly concentrating on the sensations he was providing between her legs.
“Is this enough persuasion now?” Kurt muttered just enough for her to hear.
“Almost.” Diane answered failing to suppress a moan at the sensation of his skilled fingers.
Minutes passed by and Kurt could feel her clit had hardened as her arroual increased along with her being extremely wet for him, panting he need for him to fill her with his amazingly satisfying member, using the motions of his hips for that ultimate sweet release. Coming back to reality forcibly, Diane pulled his hand from her garment she was more than ready for him.
The next thing both of them needed to comply in was undressing, which Diane had already began. Kurt gave her a quizzing expression which almost instantly turned into acknowledgement of what she wanted, what they both wanted. Lifting her dress over her head Diane looked over to him as he just gawked at her.
“Kurt what are you doing? Come on get undressed.” Kurt clearly was staring at his wife's beautiful figure, he soon returned into his body as her low seductive voice passed his ears, swiftly unbuttoning his black plaid shirt, him still fixated at her almost nude figure.
Diane sat up, removing her dark lacy bra, laying back down on the soft animal skin waiting for him to catch up. Kurt stood taking off his shirt, his hands swiftly going to his belt undoing it along with his jeans, Kurt tugged his trousers down his legs his boxers following and kicking them off his feet. Standing by her feet, he got onto his knees hooking his thumbs under her panties and lugging them from her, she would be surprised if he hadn't tore the delicate material.
Scooting to kneel in between her legs, he situated his body over hers kissing her lips deeply, Diane spread her legs further apart, granting his hips better access to her body, although for Kurt he wanted to extend his teasing further, beginning with skimming his semi-erect cock against her, recognising he needed to be harder before he could proceed making love to her.
Breaking away from their perfect wet kiss, Kurt moved his lips along her jaw, his left hand stroking up her abdomen finishing at her right breast where he pleasantly kneaded her, his thumb rubbing continously over her stiffening nipple.
Kurt trailed his lips further down to her neck, sucking the tender spot that without a doubt made her whimper. Pinning her left wrist above her head with his hand, Kurt set a series of hot kisses over the left side of her collarbone, his lips nipping along her skin making his journey to her left breast. Diane was observing his next move, her chest heaving upwards in direction of his hot mouth which was teasingly hovering above her hardened nipple. Kurt's mouth filled with spittle, god did he appreciate how stunningly exquisite his wife's body truly was, leaning down over her his lips grazing over her breast taunting her.
“Oh Kurt, come on please.” Diane hissed out to him quickly, for him to kiss gently over her nipple, he glared back to her face, awaiting her reaction.
“I want to make love to you, I want to admire every aspect of your body, let me take my time in pleasing my wife.” Diane sighed at his words, smiling up at him she nodded at his wish. It always amazed her at how much he himself enjoyed being good to her.
“Okay.” Diane whispered, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she watched him return his gaze back to her breast. Licking his lips once again, using his left hand to pin her right wrist above her head, he kissed over her nipple repeatedly, slowly introducing his tongue to her body and sliding it over her, he closed his mouth around her and gently sucked feeling her chest rise with his face.
“Ahh that feels good.” Diane moaned fairly briskly with Kurt kissing along her torso to her other breast, covering it with his wet kisses. His lips covering her nipple giving it the same treatment he had to her other. Adoring her gasps and whimpers from his actions, Kurt elevated his head to look at her.
“Was that good hon?” Kurt asked her, kissing under her breasts, already concious of her reply.
“Oh yeah it was. Are you going to make love to me now?” Diane more demanded that asked.
“Not very patient are we Mrs. McVeigh?” Kurt flirted, rubbing his shaft against her.
“When you're touching me like that, I am going to be very impatient.” Diane replied lifting her hips up to meet his.
“Is that so, but honey you like me touching you like this, I can feel you do.” Kurt let go of her right wrist grasping his cock stroking the tip over her labia then leisurely across her clit.
“Oh Kurt please, no more teasing just do me.” Diane virtually begged him, her breathing virtaully uncontrollable.
Letting her left wrist go, his hands began fondling over her thighs as she opened her legs further for him, he suddenly pushed himself inside her. Not moving his hips, he laid above her, his arms holding his weight above her. He couldn't help just gaze at her face, feeling her place her hand at his hip, her other hand on his mid back.
“Kurt please, move your hips.” Kurt pulled out partially from her, for him steadily push back into her, clearly he was using his body to explore her.
“Oh Diane, you feel breathtaking.” Kurt hissed how much he was enjoying his wife.
Kurt kept up at his leisure pace, both their bodies sync with their love making as usual. Kurt wanted to maintain his steady thrusts at first, his exploring manner alway evident when they were together, he needed every thrust to take her breath away, along with keeping his own arousal up. However after so long, Diane's desire for him spiked, his steady pace a tortuous build up for what she already felt.
“Harder Kurt.” She demanded, Kurt acknowledged her and drove into her harder, taking the breath from her lungs.
“Oh yes!” Diane moaned, resting her feet on the back of his calves, her toes digging into his tender flesh.
“Ahh Kurt keep going, please don't stop.” Kurt's pace sped up, driving into her faster and deeper.
Kurt's heartbeat rioting outside his chest, he was sure she would feel it racing against her own heartbeat.
“I'm close Kurt.” Diane moaned to him, squeezing her thighs around his hips and pushing him further into her, which had her, Kurt reached her sensitive spot on her inner walls.
“Yeah right there!” Diane screeched along with Kurt being more accurate, his thrusts touching over that spot repeatedly he needed her orgasm, wanted it, making her cum made him feel contented, that he was the only one that could do that to her, that he was the only one who could see her when she climaxed.
“Kurt!” Diane screamed as her body shuddered violently, her thighs clenching him, as her muscles clamped and quivered around him. Kurt held back as much as he could, wanting her to have her moment of pure bliss, he didn't move letting her climax around him. Almost a minute later, Diane peered up at her most successful and gratifying lover, using what felt like the rest of her strength she lifted herself up to kiss his lips, slowly she relaxed back against the rug encouraging him to move.
“You done?” Kurt muttered agansted her lips kissing her again.
“Yes, it's your turn now hon.” Kurt smiled down at her, propelling his hips once again, feeling her residual spasms making him growling. He lowered his head resting it on her sweat covered chest thrusting faster, his pace speeding for his own orgasm. He groaned against her sticky skin, his thrusts taking her breath away which seemed to be thrilling her at feeling him let go of his earlier slow pace.
“Oh shit yes!” Kurt howled, lifting himself to gaze back at her, Diane tried to keep up with his pace gazing back up at him.
“Cum now.” Diane mouthed to him, Kurt thrust one last time for him to explode inside her.
“Fuck!” Kurt roared, his breathing wild and erratic with him resting his body on hers, his head nestled into her neck
“You okay?” Diane asked him, stroking her fingertips over his clammy back.
“Better than okay now honey, you?” Kurt replied, lifting his head to look back at her with one hell of a smirk spread across his bearded face, he was undeniably delighted with himself.
“Yes I am, god we're so good at that.” Diane muttered, Kurt laughed kissing her just once before he rolled off her. Diane steadily sat up, picking her glass up she took a healthy sip of her now warm liquor.
“Here.” Diane handed the glass over to him.
“Thanks.” Kurt took a gulp, handing the glass back over to her, Diane finished the wine placing it back on the hearth, she laid back down next to him, turning onto her side again watching the flames of the fire, Kurt turned to her wrapping his arms around her and snuggling into her back.
“I tried to make love to you, it's you that demanded me to go harder, I wanted to take it leisurely.” Kurt joked into her still sensitive skin, Diane laughed freely at him, feeling his lips press along her shoulder.
“You succeeded Kurt, we both finished and your performance was wonderful.” Diane sleepily complemented.
“What can I say, I'm gifted when it comes to you.” Diane rolled over to face him.
“You are extremely gifted when it comes to me.” Diane smiled, stroking her palm over his still sweaty face, her fingertips tracing over his soft and sensual lips.
“I kind of have to be, you are quite a demanding women at the best of times.” Kurt stated with a large grin, his right hand resting on her side with his fingers lightly drawing patterns over her cooling skin, he felt her shudder in his arms which again made him smirk, he adored having that effect over her.
“I do love you McVeigh.” Diane whispered staring into his tired hazel eyes.
“I love you too.” Kurt kissed her again tenderly, holding her close, but soon enough with the heat of the roaring fire it lulled them to sleep, both still holding onto each other closely, encased in a bubble of their love.