Dream Dates - Episode 13

She steps inside the hotel suite in her silk slip, the fabric whispering against her thighs. He is already there, shirt unbuttoned, watching her the way a wolf watches a deer. No words at first—just the click of the door lock and the hum of the city below. She lets the strap slide off her shoulder. The slip pools at her feet. He moves in, hands mapping every inch of bare skin, fingers claiming the heat between her legs before his mouth takes the same territory. She gasps once, then twice, hips pushing forward as he works her open. The first thrust knocks the breath out of her; the second finds rhythm. Sheets tangle. Sweat gleams. When she comes, she bites his shoulder and leaves a mark that will last the night.