The Mountains.

The sun rose over the mountains and crossed into the window. The remains of last night were thrown all over the floor, the clothes, food, wine and even them. They never made it to the bedroom, getting as far as the rug in front of the fireplace. Though in the early morning hours it had died down leaving them to their own devices to warm each other up. He laid on top of her, pressing his body hard against hers. Pulling the blanket over both of their bodies, she spread her legs allowing him to enter her. He moved slowly in and out, allowing her to feel him filling her completely. His hungry mouth searched for her breasts under the blanket. She arched her back, pushing her breasts into his mouth, wrapping her legs around his waist.