I reached out with my gloved hands, and touched her cheek. She freely cried, pristine tears flowing down from her beautiful blue eyes. I was about to tell her it was alright, but I did something neither of us really expected.
I leaned forward and kissed her, on her soft, warm lips. It lasted for several minutes, and I could feel her confusion and arousal mingling together. After a few moments, she touched my cheek with her hand, and kissed back. I was perfectly in connection with her. Her other hand slowly travelled down my back, exploring, until we finally parted our lips and bodies. She and I regarded each other for a moment. I slowly undid the fabric of my white tunic, and showed part of my chest in a provocative way before nodding at her with a smile.
She smiled back with a happy grin, before she retrieved a bottle of the wine and two goblets, and while I carefully locked the door, she filled both goblets.
"Are you sure?" She asked apprehensively, but the look I gave her said what a million words could not. We slowly but deliberately clinked our goblets together, and gulped the beautiful liquid down. What happened after that I don't really remember. She and I kissed again and again for several hours, and after a couple bottles of wine, we finally took it to the next level. It began when she gently, yet with a tipsy action, touched me on my breast, over my heart. Even more gently, she pulled off my tunic and slowly fondled my breasts. By that time, I had already laid myself out on the snow-white rug, which matched her hair color. I had already felt aroused but was particularly shocked but still pleasured when she suckled my nipples, very slowly yet very gently, the tip of her tongue playing with the tips of my nipples, arousing me even further.
"Fuck me, Brianna…" I moaned softly, and pulled off her tunic as well. We continued with our drunken foreplay for half an hour before she and I made love. That is when the alcohol generally took over, and from what I gather, we made love the rest of the night. I have chosen not to disclose what exactly I do remember about those last few hours. Eventually, we both fell asleep on the rug after finishing for the final time. The both of us were sated, and the rug was soaked in the juices of our passions as we drifted off to sleep in it's warm, furry confines.