Trouble Part 1 Episodes
Trouble Part 1 - Episode 1
She pressed the door shut behind her and the lock clicked. He stood by the bed already stripped to the waist, the low light painting each line of muscle. She crossed the room in three quick steps and pushed him down. The mattress gave. Her dress slipped off one shoulder, then the other, and pooled at her feet. He reached for her hips, fingers sinking into warm skin, but she caught his wrists and pinned them above his head. "Stay," she said, voice low. She straddled him slowly, knees sinking into the sheets, and took him in with one long, unhurried motion. A sharp breath left him. She rolled her hips once, twice, setting the pace. Sweat gathered at the small of her back. He lifted his chin, mouth open, throat exposed. She leaned down and bit the tendon there, tasting salt. His hands twitched against her grip but he kept them where she’d put them. Outside, the city hummed on. Inside, the only sound was the soft, steady slap of skin and the quickening rasp of their breathing. She felt him swell, heard the warning catch in his chest, and slowed to a near standstill, grinding deep, keeping him right on the edge. "Not yet," she whispered against his ear, and started moving again.
She pressed the door shut behind her and the lock clicked. He stood by the bed already stripped to the waist, the low light painting each line of muscle. She crossed the room in three quick steps and pushed him down. The mattress gave. Her dress slipped off one shoulder, then the other, and pooled at her feet. He reached for her hips, fingers sinking into warm skin, but she caught his wrists and pinned them above his head. "Stay," she said, voice low. She straddled him slowly, knees sinking into the sheets, and took him in with one long, unhurried motion. A sharp breath left him. She rolled her hips once, twice, setting the pace. Sweat gathered at the small of her back. He lifted his chin, mouth open, throat exposed. She leaned down and bit the tendon there, tasting salt. His hands twitched against her grip but he kept them where she’d put them. Outside, the city hummed on. Inside, the only sound was the soft, steady slap of skin and the quickening rasp of their breathing. She felt him swell, heard the warning catch in his chest, and slowed to a near standstill, grinding deep, keeping him right on the edge. "Not yet," she whispered against his ear, and started moving again.