An Eortic Pic 1k Contest: Aurora Borealis by Kendel Davi -02/21/2012

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words Entry: February 2012

“Have you ever seen the Northern Lights?” Paxton huffs as he carries the last of the luggage inside the cabin. His childlike enthusiasm crawls into Martika’s being and conflicts with the reason why she’s here. She gives him a look that can cut diamonds.




“Why don’t you take the bags up to the bedroom while I start a fire?”



Her tone is as icy as the Alaskan air outside. Paxton grabs the bags, heads to the staircase and then looks back at her confused.



“It’s the second door to your right,” she replies before she moves to the stack of wood by the fireplace.



A flood of memories hit her as she reaches the wood. The glorious summers, the harsh winters and the skylight above, where she would look at the stars, as her grandfather spoke about the history of her people. She can almost hear his voice now, whispering for her to fight but a judge in New York has all but sealed her fate. With a strike of a match, the whispers go silent and her mind locks on the amber light which dances between her fingertips. She kneels and places the lit match to the wood and watches as the flame attaches itself to the logs that hold her memories.



“I thought you might want a drink?”



She turns to see Paxton holding two glasses of cognac in his hands. His strong jaw frames his boyish smile as he extends his arm. She takes the drink as the flames from the fireplace dance in the dark brown of his eyes while the muscles in his hands gently hold the delicate glass.



“This place is amazing. I can’t believe he’s forcing you to sell it.”



“I don’t want to talk about him.”



Martika takes a sip of cognac and turns back to the fireplace as another image tied to this place flashes in her head, the image of her soon to be ex-husband fucking somebody else in their bed when she returned to New York from her grandfather’s funeral.



Her body stiffens as the flames fuel her acrimony and the bitter orange of the Grand Marnier can’t seem to wash that feeling away until a sturdy arm wraps around her waist.



“Then don’t,” Paxton whispers as his lips find her earlobe. A delicate nibble awakens her senses as his youthful hands search through the layer of clothes to reach her body of experience.



She reaches back and places her hand on the firm bulge in his pants then she lets go and turns towards him with a smile and says “Look up.”



Paxton lifts his head to the skylight. Sprinkles of stars spread out in the darkness of night. It’s an amazingly sight for a kid from the city. There are no skyscrapers to blind the brilliance of the night sky, as he stands with his mouth open, searching the heavens and feeling the heat from the fireplace.



“It’s incredible.”



“And what about this?”



He looks at Martika and his mouth opens wider. There she stands in just a black lace thong with that glass of cognac in her hand. He didn’t hear the rustling of her clothes while his eyes devoured the sky. Now his eyes consume her smooth olive skin and ebony areolas as her erect nipples beckon to him.



“What are you waiting for,” she asks as she downs her cognac and places the empty glass on the table next to the couch. He hands her his glass, grabs the edges of his sweater and pulls it over his head. He tosses it on the couch as the light from the fireplace catch the ridges of his stomach muscles.



Martika holds his glass of cognac above her breast and turns her wrist, sending a stream of golden liquor down her body. Paxton extends his tongue from his already open mouth and tastes how the flavor of her skin ignites the essence of the liquor. Instantly transfixed, he clutches her thong as he licks up her body.



“Fuck me,” she whispers and grabs the front of his jeans, yanking them down and ejecting his rigid cock from its denim cover. Martika wraps her hand around it and teases the head with her thumb. Paxton’s breath staggers as he locks his eye hers before placing his hand on her pussy.



She gasps and grinds on his palm. Each swivel of her hips dampens his hand. He places a finger at the base of her opening and slides a finger inside her. Martika bends her knees to apply more pressure and Paxton follows until they are both on their knees. The crackle of the fireplace mixes with the sound of Martika’s soaked pussy when a sudden burst of green light, followed by a ripple of violet that merges into a flicker of yellow from above.



“It’s beautiful,” Paxton mumbles as he slows his hip thrust mesmerized by the Aurora Borealis above.



“Then lay back and enjoy it,” Martika murmurs as she lifts herself off of his hand and gently pushes him down on the rug.



He didn’t mean for them to stop and Martika had no intention of doing that. She straddles her body over him, grabs his cock and drives his fullness of into her cunt. Each thrust of her his is trailed by a change in the spectrum of light as celestial hues bond with their movements. Paxton grabs Martika’s hips and drives deeper inside her as she throws her head back to observe the celestial display. His cock pulsates as she contracts her pussy, coaxing him to release as the rapid changes in the colors of light match the power of their pounding into each other. Martika’s cognac flavored sweat slashes onto Paxton’s face from the slapping of her breasts against her body and he licks his lips to tastes every drop as he feels his cock swell to the brink of explosion.



Martika bites her lip as a trembling in the pit of her stomach spreads to her clit. Her toes lock as a wave of physical stimulation unifies with lights above. With a final thrust, she releases a primal scream and rains upon Paxton her uncontained release. Her pussy continues to contract as another burst of multicolored lights illuminate the sky. Paton holds his breath long enough to pull out from inside her before delivering a blast of white that showers her back, covering her lower back tattoo.



With in an instant, the spectacular dance of light disappears, leaving them sweaty and trying to catch their breath. Martika lifts her head off of Paxton’s chest as his breath slowly returns to normal.



“You brought all your paper work from the office with you, right?”



Paxton nods his head still trying to regains and normal rate of breathing.



“Good. I think I know how I can keep this place.”