Playboy Girlfriends - Episode 6

The bedroom held a slow, heavy heat. She lay on her side, sheets pooled at her waist, hair spread across the pillow like dark silk. He stood at the edge of the bed, shirt already gone, chest rising in measured breaths. She watched him with half-lidded eyes while her fingers slipped between her thighs, stroking lazily. The wet sound of it filled the quiet. He reached down and stroked himself once, twice, the head already slick, then climbed in behind her. She lifted one leg, hooked it over his, opening herself. He pressed against her entrance, pushed, and slid in with a long, measured groan. She was tight and warm, gripping him in pulses. His hand slid up her stomach, cupped a breast, thumb brushing over the stiff peak. She moaned and rocked back into him, taking him deeper, chasing that slow grind. His hips moved in short, steady thrusts. Sweat gathered at the small of her back. He leaned in, teeth grazing her shoulder, breath hot against her skin. Her free hand clutched the sheet. The rhythm quickened. He slid his palm lower, fingers finding her clit, rubbing tight circles. She came with a sharp, broken cry, clenching around him. He followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt, pulsing deep inside her, holding her close as the tremors faded.