Wintertime warming

She steps out of her winter coat and leaves it at the door. Inside the room the fire already snaps in the hearth, casting a golden wash across her bare shoulders. He watches her approach, his eyes moving slowly down the curve of her back to the swell of her hips. When she reaches him she sinks to her knees without a word. Her hand wraps warm around his cock and her mouth follows, lips parting to take him in, tongue sliding and tasting, cheeks hollowing as she works deeper. He groans low, fingers threading into her blonde hair, guiding her with a steady rhythm until the wet sounds grow loud between them. He pulls her up, turns her to face the fire. She braces her hands on the mantel and parts her legs for him. He moves in behind her, palms spreading her cheeks, and presses his wet cock against the tight ring of her ass. She pushes back, breath catching as the head stretches her open. Inch by inch he sinks into her, filling her until his hips meet the soft roundness of her ass. She gasps, fingers gripping the stone edge of the fireplace, taking every slow thrust he gives her. The flames crackle beside them. He fucks her harder, each stroke slick and deliberate, her blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders as she rocks with him. When he pulls out, he drops to his knees and spreads her open again, tongue tracing her stretched hole, tasting both of them. She moans, back arching, and reaches down to rub herself while his mouth works. He stands once more, slides back inside her, and drives deep until his rhythm breaks and he empties himself inside her. She stays bent over the firelight, his cum beginning to drip from her ass. The winter wind rattles the windows, but the room holds only heat.