Sexcetera - Episode 63

She peels away the silk with deliberate care. Each layer clings before it falls, tracing the curve of her breast, the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips. Fabric whispers against skin. Her nipples tighten in the cool air. He watches, breath slow, cock already heavy against his thigh. When the final piece hits the floor, she steps forward and presses her bare chest to his. Heat blooms where they touch. He grips her waist, fingers sinking into soft flesh, and pulls her closer until her thigh brushes the length of him. Her hand slides between them, finds his cock, strokes once, slow and firm. His mouth finds her neck. She tilts her head, offers more. He licks the skin there, sucks until she gasps, then spins her toward the bed. She lands on her back, legs parting without thought. He drops between them, mouth finding the inside of her thigh, teeth grazing the tender skin. Her fingers thread through his hair and pull. He licks a line up the center of her, tongue flat and unhurried, tasting every inch. She arches. He does it again. When her hips begin to rock against his face, he slides two fingers inside her, curls them, and sucks her clit in the same rhythm. She comes with a sharp cry, thighs clamping around his head. He doesn't stop. He keeps licking, keeps fucking her with his fingers until the tremors fade and she tugs him upward. She reaches for him again, guides him into her with one smooth motion. He sinks deep. They both groan. He starts to move, long, hard strokes that make the headboard knock the wall. Sweat gathers between their bodies. Her nails drag down his back. He drives into her harder, faster, until the only sounds in the room are skin against skin and the wet pull of her cunt around his cock. She comes again, tighter this time, pulsing around him. He follows, buried deep, hips jerking as he spills inside her. They stay locked together, breathing hard, skin slick, hearts slamming against each other.