Playboy Muses - Episode 1

She stands barefoot on the white rug, dress pooled at her feet like silk that finally gave up. Her nipples tighten from the air and from being watched. He sits on the edge of the bed, shirt open, tie still knotted, watching the rise of her hips as she steps free. She walks to him slow, deliberate, the weight of her breasts shifting with each step. He reaches out, palms her ass, pulls her between his open knees. Her fingers work his belt, the leather sliding through the buckle with a soft hiss. She frees his cock and takes it in her hand, thumb dragging over the head, spreading the bead of moisture there in a slow circle. He exhales through his teeth. She sinks to her knees, knees parted just enough to keep her balance, and takes him into her mouth without hesitation. Her lips stretch around the thickness. She works him deeper, one hand gripping the base, the other resting on his thigh. Spit gathers at the corner of her mouth and trails down his shaft. He gathers her hair in his fist and guides her, not forcing, just keeping time. When he pulls her off, a string of saliva connects her lower lip to the flushed head of his cock. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and climbs into his lap. He holds himself steady while she lowers onto him, inch by inch, the stretch making her breath catch. Once she’s fully seated she rolls her hips in a slow figure-eight, grinding her clit against his pubic bone with each pass. His hands bracket her waist, thumbs pressing into the soft skin above her hipbones. She rides him harder, the wet sound of her cunt taking him filling the quiet room. He leans forward, sucks one nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing the stiff peak. She gasps and clenches around him. He stands without pulling out, carries her two steps, and lays her back on the mattress. Her legs lock around his waist as he fucks into her, steady, deep, the headboard tapping the wall in rhythm. Sweat gathers at the small of her back. She reaches down between them, fingers circling her clit in tight strokes while he drives into her. Her orgasm hits hard, thighs shaking, cunt pulsing around his cock. He follows seconds later, burying himself to the hilt and spilling inside her with a low groan. They stay locked together, breathing hard, the room heavy with the smell of sex and skin.