Eternal Allure - Episode 3

She pulls him onto the bed and straddles his hips. Her mouth finds his neck first, open and wet, then drags lower. His shirt is gone in seconds. She traces the hard line of his stomach with her tongue and feels it jump under her. Her fingers work his belt open, the leather sliding through the loops, and she frees him. He’s already stiff and heavy in her hand. She strokes him once, slow, watching the skin pull tight, then again with a little more pressure at the base. She rises up on her knees, positions herself, and sinks down. The stretch pulls a sound from her throat, low and throaty. He fills her in one long, thick slide until her thighs rest against his. She stays there, hips grinding in small circles, letting the sensation settle deep. When she starts to move it’s steady, each rise and fall deliberate. Her breasts sway with the rhythm. His hands clamp around her waist, guiding her, urging her faster. She leans forward, palms flat on his chest, and rides him harder. The wet sound of skin meeting skin fills the room. Sweat gathers at the small of her back. Every time she drops, he drives up to meet her, the angle hitting the spot that makes her breath catch. She grinds down, circling her hips, chasing the sharp edge of pleasure building low in her belly. He sits up suddenly, flips them. Now she’s beneath him, legs hooked over his arms as he thrusts deep. The new angle makes her cry out. He fucks her in long, measured strokes that turn ragged as he gets closer. Her nails dig into his shoulders. She tightens around him, pulsing, and he groans against her mouth, coming hard inside her while her own orgasm rolls through in tight, shuddering waves.