Cosy

Indie curled beneath the throw by the heater, lost in pages. Ivory burst through the door, cheeks raw from the wind. She blew on her fingers and couldn't get them warm. The blanket lifted for her. They pressed close, lips meeting softly at first, then deeper. Kisses turned hungry. Bodies slid together for heat. The blanket slipped off unnoticed. Clothes came away fast. Skin found skin, nipples tight against each other. Ivory buried her chilled fingers inside Indie's cunt, knuckles easing past slick heat until the warmth met her. Indie's moan fed the fire in her own belly. They shifted. Ivory's mouth sealed over Indie's clit, tongue working in steady circles. Indie's hips rocked; Ivory slid lower. She licked slow circles around the tight pucker, then pressed her tongue inside. Indie's breath hitched. Ivory wet her own fingers and eased one into the same heat, working it gently alongside the tongue until Indie's thighs shook around her ears. They kept at it. Fingers, tongues, shared body heat until neither of them noticed the cold anymore.