Dream Dates - Episode 10

Tonight Ava walks into the suite like she owns it. Short silk dress, bare legs, that knowing half-smile. Marcus meets her at the door, already shirtless. They kiss hard, teeth clicking. She bites his lower lip and tugs. Hands slide under the dress, bunching fabric around her hips. No panties. His fingers find her wet. Two quick circles over her clit and she gasps, hips jerking forward. He drops to his knees, spreads her open with his thumbs, tongue flat and slow. She grips his hair and grinds against his mouth, breathing sharp and uneven. He stands, spins her, presses her front to the wall. Zipper down. Cock out. One hard thrust and he’s buried to the hilt. She cries out, legs shaking. He fucks her deep, steady, palm flat on her lower back. Every slap of skin echoes. She reaches back, nails digging into his thigh. He pulls out, turns her, lifts her onto the marble counter. Her ass hits cold stone. He pushes back inside, slower now, watching her face. Sweat on her collarbone. Her nipples tight against silk. He fucks her in long strokes, thumb on her clit. She comes first, muscles fluttering around him, head tipped back, throat bare. He follows seconds later, buried deep, groaning into her neck.