The chilly air swirls around my feet as I gather the armload of wood. Just enough to take the chill out of the air, enough to burn for a few hours while I relax and decompress from the day. The house is quiet, everyone asleep but me. I stare into the new flames of the fire, lights out, silence but for the crackling of the wood.
Curling into the couch, closing my eyes, wondering if that new book is worth the walk into my bedroom to retrieve. Grinning as I snuggle deeper into the couch, ready for an evening of...nothing. Closing my eyes and letting the crackle of the fire lull me into a semi-conscious state.
The sudden knock at the door, pulling me up quickly, gasping, as I wonder who is out at this time of night, I hesitantly open the door, and grin as I see him filling the door frame. Without a word, I stand aside and let him enter.
The weeks of separation fueling a fire of its own, he takes me in his arms and turns me, backing me up against the door. The flimsy material of my nightshirt pulling the cold from his body, I shiver, although whether from the chill of the outside air clinging to him, or the heat ravaging my body, I am not sure.
His hands pull at my nightshirt and in a mere breath I am naked, the cold door scraping my ass. His hands seem to be everywhere at once and his lips are seared to mine. Pulling breath forcibly into my lungs as my nether lips are split with thick, work roughened fingers. The juices spilling already from my pussy, slathering his fingers, slippery in my quivering cunt. His voice rough and needy in my ear, "Cum for me, cum on my fingers!"