Making Their Own Heat

It’s the coldest day of the year, and the heating in their apartment is dead. Shalina Devine and Emmanuel Torquemada sit on the sofa under a blanket, shivering, while they wait for the landlord. The blanket helps a little, so Emmanuel pulls her back against his chest, holding her close. She wriggles into the shape of his body, and the shift of his hips drags her soft ass over the hard line of his cock. A flicker runs through her. She turns her head, meets his eyes, and without a word reaches between them to squeeze him through his pants. He answers with a low groan. Her hand slides under his waistband, finds the thick heat of his cock and strokes it to life. With the blanket still draped over their hips, she pushes her leggings down just far enough for him to free himself. Emmanuel’s fingers slip between her thighs, slide through her wetness and find her tight back entrance. He presses one slick fingertip inside, stretching her open with slow, careful thrusts while his other hand works two fingers into her pussy. Shalina rocks back on both intrusions, breathing harder. She guides him to her ass, lining him up, then pushes down until the blunt head pops inside. Inch by inch he sinks into her, the heat of his shaft replacing the cold that had settled in her bones. Once he’s buried to the hilt she rolls her hips, riding him with long, steady strokes. Every time she drops, her big tits bounce under the thin top; every time she rises, his cock gleams with lube and her own slick. The blanket slides to the floor. She palms one breast, pinching her nipple, the other hand busy rubbing tight circles over her clit. Emmanuel grips her waist and meets her thrust for thrust, burying himself again and again in her ass. Sweat beads on her skin, her breath quickening, until she stiffens and comes with a broken cry. He follows seconds later, pumping her full while she trembles in his arms.