Truth about Sex - Episode 7

She pressed against him with her breasts, full and warm, then guided him onto his back. Her nipples grazed his chest as she straddled him, slick heat meeting him in one slow slide. She took him in completely, pausing to savor that moment of fullness, then began to move with steady rhythm. Each roll of her hips pulled him deeper, her muscles clenching around him in deliberate pulses. He gripped her waist, helpless beneath her. She leaned forward, letting her breasts sway above him, the tips brushing his lips until he caught one and sucked hard. She moaned, quickened her pace, chasing friction and pressure. Sweat gathered where their bodies met. Her thighs tightened. She reached down between them, touching herself in time with her thrusts, then brought those wet fingers to his mouth. He tasted salt and skin. Her breath hitched. She rode harder, grinding down until her body shuddered around him, her climax rolling through her in waves. She kept moving until he followed, spilling into her with one deep, ragged thrust. They stayed locked together, breathing hard. Then she looked down at him, a half-smile forming, like she had proven something important.