Dream Dates - Episode 9

She straddles him on the bed, takes his face between her hands, and tastes his mouth. Her tongue moves slow. His hands grip her hips like he needs something to hold on to. She grinds down and feels him hard beneath her, pressing right where she wants. No rush. Just heat and the wet slide of skin. He’s watching her like he can’t look away. She reaches between them, wraps her fingers around his cock, and rubs the head along her slit. She’s dripping. Every pass makes her slicker. He groans, low in his throat. She sinks down slow. One inch. Another. Until she’s full of him and trembling. His thumbs trace circles on her thighs. She starts to move. Not fast. Deep. Rolling her hips so he hits that spot inside her that makes her thighs shake. Sweat gathers at the small of her back. He sits up, mouth on her breast, sucking her nipple until it stings sweet. She pulls his hair. Keeps riding him. The room smells like sex and skin and her own need. She grinds harder. Every stroke takes him deeper. He grips her ass now, guiding her down onto him, meeting every thrust with his own. Her clit drags against his pelvis. She’s close. He knows it. His mouth finds hers again, and she comes with a sharp cry, shaking around him, soaking his cock. He doesn’t stop. He fucks her through it until she’s gasping, then flips her onto her back. Her legs wrap around his waist. He drives into her, hard now, chasing his own finish. She feels every inch. Every pulse. He buries himself to the hilt and comes with a strangled sound against her neck. They stay like that. Breathing. Sweat cooling on their skin.