Sexcetera - Episode 5

They move with the same grace whether standing or on the bed. His hand slides beneath the silk of her blouse, finds warm skin, and pauses there to feel her breath catch. She tugs his belt free in one practiced pull, lets the leather drop somewhere on the floor. They laugh once, softly, then the laughter stops when she pushes him onto the mattress and climbs over him. Her skirt rides high on her thighs; he watches the fabric shift and the line of pale skin it leaves bare. She leans in, mouth open against his neck, teeth grazing lightly before she soothes the spot with her tongue. His fingers trace the inside of her thigh, rise until they meet the thin strip of her underwear, and slip beneath. She is already wet, slick under his touch. She rocks forward, takes what he gives her, and the air between them thickens with the sound of her breathing. When he hooks the fabric aside and pushes two fingers inside, she bites her lower lip and closes her eyes. He watches every flicker that crosses her face, matching the slow curl of his wrist to the small, helpless sounds she makes. Her hips find a steady rhythm. He lets her set the pace until she leans back, reaches down, and guides him in. The first thrust draws a shared gasp. After that there is only the quiet slap of skin and the creak of the bed as they move together, hard and sure, chasing the same sharp edge.