Bare Bliss - Episode 9

She peels off the last scrap of fabric and stands bare in the low hotel light. He watches from the chair, cock already thickening against his thigh, and she turns, slow, so he can see all of her. Her nipples tighten in the cool air. She steps close enough for him to reach, and his hand slides up the inside of her thigh, fingers parting the soft heat between her legs. He finds her wet and open. A quiet sound leaves her when he pushes two fingers inside, the pad of his thumb drawing slow circles over her clit. She braces her hands on his shoulders and rides them, hips rolling in a steady rhythm. He watches her face while he works her, catching every flicker of pleasure. When her breathing turns ragged he pulls out, stands, and turns her toward the bed. She climbs onto the mattress on hands and knees. He grips her hips, lines up, and sinks into her in one smooth thrust. She moans, low and throaty. He pulls back and drives in again, harder. The headboard knocks the wall in time with his hips. Sweat gathers at the small of her back. He leans over her, reaches under, finds her clit again, and rubs tight circles while he fucks her. She comes with a sharp cry, clenching around him. He keeps moving through it, chasing his own release, until he spills inside her with a guttural sound. They stay locked together, breathing hard, the room thick with the smell of sex and warm skin.