A TALE OF FIRE AND ICE

Priestess of the Red Phoenix

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Irene woke up when she felt Lisa's body shake.

She opened her eyes and found Lisa on the other side of the bed with his back turned on her. He was crouching, his body shivering probably from the cold. He was wearing a shirt but obviously, that wasn't enough to keep him warm. And instead of wrapping himself in the thick blanket, he let her monopolize it instead.

Ah, right. It's already winter.

She remembered that Lisa wasn't good at handling the cold during winter. His body was already cold and so during this season, he would feel even colder. And thus, the shaking.

My poor baby.

She scooted next to him and wrapped her arms around his waist while making her body warmer than usual. Yes, she served as a human heater for him but she didn't mind. A few moments later, Lisa's body finally stopped from shivering.

" Irene ?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for keeping me warm," Lisa said softly. "I appreciate it."

"You're welcome," she said. "You didn't have to scoot away from me, hon."

"I didn't want to wake you up with my shivering."

Gosh, he was always this selfless and thoughtful when it came to her. He would rather endure than inconvenience her.

"I don't mind," she told him. "Also, I won't mind if you snagged the blanket from me. I don't feel cold even if it's winter."

"Just because you don't feel cold doesn't mean you won't get sick from it," he scolded her lightly. "You should always bundle up with warm clothes for yourself and for our baby, Irene."

"Okay," she said with a pout. "Then, the next time you shiver from cold, just hug me. I'm warm. And I can increase my warmth for you. You can be greedy; you know?"

"I'll remember that," he said. "Thank you, honey."

"Why aren't you turning around to face me, Lisa?" she lightly complained. "Don't you want to see my just-woke-up face? Do you find me ugly now?

"You'll always be beautiful to me, Irene. Even your "just-woke-up face" is enough to leave me breathless," Lisa said in a sincere tone. "But I'm enjoying the feel of your breasts pressed nicely against my back."

Irene's cheeks burned, then she laughed heartily. " Lisa, you pervert!"

She said that, but her hand reached down to cup his erection.

"Touch me," he said under his breath. "Please touch me, Irene."

Instead of answering verbally, she just slid her hand inside his trousers. When her fingers found his ċȯċk, he inhaled sharply. She teasingly slid her hand up and down his length.

Pleasuring him turned her on as well. Her nɨppŀės strained against the thin fabric of her nightgown. Using her other hand, she pulled down her neckline until her nɨppŀės were directly touching his wide expanse of the back.

She loved the tingling sensation it caused her.

Moaning, she rubbed her brėȧsts against his warm and solid back as she pumped his ċȯċk faster. Gosh, she almost came when her nɨppŀės brushed against the tight muscles of his back.