Sexcape - Episode 7

Elizabeth follows Mark into a narrow Stockholm hotel room that overlooks the water. She watches his coat hit the floor first. Then hers. The late light cuts across his bare chest as he presses her against the glass. Cold pane, warm skin. He slides two fingers into her mouth and she sucks without hesitation, wet and slow. When his hand reaches between her thighs he finds her already slick. Two fingers push inside at once. No warm-up. She gasps and the sound fogs the window. Mark works her in steady strokes, thumb circling her clit with cruel patience until her knees give. He catches her with one arm around her waist and guides her onto the bed. Face down, hips up. He drags the head of his cock through the mess he made, then sinks in with one deliberate thrust. Elizabeth bites the sheet. The pace he sets is hard and even, hips snapping, hand fisted in her hair. Sweat cools on her back. He leans over her ear. "Don't come yet." She obeys. When he finally allows it she shakes so hard the headboard knocks the wall. Mark stays buried deep, groaning against her shoulder, filling her in thick pulses. Neither of them moves for a long minute. Outside, the city lights tremble on the black water.