Dream Dates - Episode 9

She puckered her lips. I felt my pulse hit the sheets. A breath of silk, warm against the headboard. The room smelled like expensive lotion and the copper tang of skin. She stepped out of the tiny black thong like it was nothing, letting it drop around one ankle before flicking it aside with her toe. The hem of her dress already lay pooled on the carpet, leaving her bare except for the diamonds at her ears. She walked to the bed on the balls of her feet, thighs brushing, breasts high and tight from the cool air. I watched the faint flush rise up her stomach, nipples drawn to hard points that caught the low light. She climbed over me slowly, palms planted on either side of my ribs, knees straddling my hips. The wet heat of her brushed the underside of my cock and we both held still for a beat, breathing the same air. When she finally sank down, it was inch by slow inch, eyes locked on mine until she took every last bit. Her lips parted; a soft, satisfied sound escaped her throat. She began to move—short, hungry rolls of her pelvis, the slick grip of her clenching, releasing, clenching again. Sweat gathered at the small of her back. I traced it with my fingertips, felt the muscles beneath shiver and tighten, felt her inner walls flutter each time I pressed up to meet her. Her fingers found my jaw, nails grazing, pulling my mouth to hers. We kissed like people who already knew they would come together hard and soon, tongues sliding, breath ragged, the wet slap of skin loud in the quiet room. She rode faster. I held her waist, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh above her hipbones, guiding her down onto me until neither of us could stand the tease any longer.