Behind the Scenes: Secrets of coup de marteau

Snow falls outside the cabin window while coup de marteau keeps her naked by the fireplace. Firelight licks across her skin the same way her tongue licks across her lower lip in coup de marteau. She drizzles warm honey across her breasts, letting it trail downward before chasing every drop with eager fingers in coup de marteau. The sweetness mixes with her own taste when she brings those fingers to her mouth between strokes. Flames roar louder as she nears the edge in coup de marteau; her final cry is swallowed by crackling wood. Spent, she lies on the bearskin rug, honey and satisfaction glistening—coup de marteau is winter’s hottest contradiction.