- I didn't think about it. Good.

He brought it up and two candles lit up the room with their warm flames. The lights beautifully hesitated and spun in different directions. They were reflected by some orange-red dots in the dark TV screen. It seemed to be turned on, but the picture could not be focused and spread on a dark screen with bright colors of fire. We ate and chatted on. Just laughed. He recalled his student years. I joked that I had a mission today to quickly run away and go home, and if he arrived a couple of minutes later, we would miss each other and I would have been at home a long time ago. Drank some more wine. I already ate, and Cyril continued to actively eat. And where he had so much fit. I barely ate the third slice of pizza, and all the rest fit into it. So I figured the volume and looked at my tummy. I shook my head, I would have eaten so much. Candlelight lights swayed and twitched. Something reassured.

- And why don't you eat? - Cyril asked me, eating the last piece of pizza.

- I already ate. In me no longer fit. And then I'll burst. - I giggled to him and comfortably lay back in her chair, crossed her legs.

- Then let's do the fireplace. - The guy suggested and tried to wipe his beard and hands with a napkin.

- Maybe let's take me back already, and I'll go home. And then my parents will wait for me. - somehow uncertainly tried to hint him to me.

- Yes, it's too early. We will quickly deal in an hour. I'll take you to the bus right away. - he reassured me and poured more wine into our glasses. “And you call them so they don’t worry.”

I just smiled at him. Cyril went fiddling with the fireplace. I took a phone from my purse and tried to call my mom, but she did not answer. Scored father. He answered, but there the music thundered so much that I heard nothing. My walk, and I can not relax a bit with a guy. He tried so hard for me. Once again looked at the large figure of Cyril and how he spreads the wood. And I put the newspaper on my side, I wonder how he thinks it will catch fire. I just shook my head. I wrote my SMS that I would come later. She went to the fireplace and sat her ass on the floor.

- Well, how are you doing? - I asked, hands propped up and looked at the folded logs.

- Yes, now set fire. - he turned his head at me. - And you do not sit on the floor, it is not so warm. Get up

- Yes, everything is fine. Now it will flare up and be warm. - calmly answered and tried to sit down even more conveniently.

Kirill got up and went to the sofa, took a rug and two pillows from him. Returned to me. I already understood his intentions, and I myself rose from the floor. He spread the blanket on the floor and threw two pillows at him.

- Sit down angel. So I will be sure that you will not freeze. But it was still not enough for you to catch a cold. - He again became by the fireplace and began to fiddle with wood.

- Oh, thanks. - I thanked him and sat on the pillow. - And you would put more newspapers for firewood, it would have flared up faster. How will you put them in there.

- sure? - he looked at me so disgustedly, as if I was forcing him to roll big decks.

- Yeah. You put them in such a way that you could throw a newspaper on your side, it would have flared up.

Cyril just shook his head and began to move the logs slightly to the side. I just watched his actions. Candles and burned at the table. I even thought that it was possible to take one candle and try to set everything on fire. A match caught fire, illuminating the dark inside of the fireplace with its soot-colored fire. The burning newspaper touched firewood, the flames of fire covered variously shaped firewood. The newspaper burned and went out. Only red stripes framed its edges.

- So you would immediately put a second newspaper, and there still until the fire comes on. - I suggested and sat slightly on its side.

Cyril looked at me, smiled and nodded in agreement. So for some time he was carried with the fireplace. Reluctantly, the firewood began to flare up. A small light began to creep slowly upward as if the climber was trying to conquer his peak. Then a small flame leaped between the logs, and hid back, now again. It was as if she wanted to break free and roam, but an invisible force kept him in her captivity. The yellow-red tongues of fire received more and more freedom and conquered living space for themselves. Firewood began to crackle quietly.

Cyril rose. Poured glasses of wine. He slipped a free pillow in tight to me. I sat down on her comfortably handed me a filled glass. I took it in my hand and then calmly admired the flaming flame. The languages ​​of which beautifully broke away from the wood and rushed somewhere up. Cyril hugged me. I leaned against him, took a sip of wine and laid my head on his shoulder. He seemed even more pulled me to him. The fire beautifully illuminated us, was reflected in our eyes, relaxed and fascinated.

- Are you so comfortable? - He asked quietly, drank some wine and put the glass on the floor a little further.

- Yes. It burns beautifully. Even a little bit already become hot. - I replied to the crackle of burning wood, which seemed to themselves like to insert their words into our conversation.

- If you want, you can then take a walk on the street. Go to the river converge. There is beautiful nature. - the guy hinted to me and stroked me, trying to get under the blouse.

- Let's not go anywhere. It's so cozy and warm. And in the courtyard, he wind and snow began to fall. - I showed a hand with a glass on the window where the snowflakes were already spinning.

“As my beautiful angel wishes.” Today everything is for you. - he pulled me even more to himself.

I drank some wine and put it a little from the side of the fireplace. The fire broke out even more. Now almost all the wood was covered with a red carpet. It was getting hotter. The heat was warming me up. It seemed to me that my face was warming up more and more. I even tried to turn my head a little and expose the fire at different angles. Cyril's hand reached my chest. He squeezed it lightly. I flinched a little. Excitement passed through the body. I did not resist his caresses. I watched the blazing fire a meter away from me. From those who found the clouds in the room a little dark. Sleet pounded on the glass windows, as if he wanted to break in and cool our ardor.

Candles lit the room with a reddish glow. They already burned down almost half. Flowing paraffin forming on their various shapes, which and wanted to remove, like a tumor. From Cyril's caresses, my nipples began to swell little by little and rested against the calyx of the bodice, he stroked my tummy, moved it to my hip and butt. I breathed even deeper. Now my body was beginning to glow, as if warming a flame of fire. The guy turned his head a little and admired my face.

- You are so flushed. You seem so sweet and relaxed. So I want to kiss you. - our eyes met and looked into his lovely eyes.

- So good to sit. What you do not want anywhere. That weather just turned bad. - I looked away and looked like droplets of water flowed on the glass, as snowflakes hit the window and wanted to freeze the flame between us.

Cyril leaned over and began to gently touch my forehead, nose, cheeks, and lips with his lips. I already started. A wave of excitement swept through the body and concentrated in the area of ​​my pussy, which responded to his caress with a portion of its juices. Our lips touched. I responded to his kiss. Hand held to his neck. Bright flames reflected on our faces, casting shadows on the floor and wall. He lifted my blouse more and more. Now two of his big hot hands were on my back. Smoothly slid on it. We gently rubbed our lips, the light sounds of kisses mixed with the crackle of wood. I breathed even deeper. I really felt hot. It seemed that in some places droplets of sweat appeared.

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