Eternal Allure - Episode 8

Eve pushes the silk dress from her shoulders. The fabric slides down her curves like liquid light and pools at her feet. Naked now, she climbs onto the bed where Marcus waits, already hard and breathing through his mouth. She straddles him without ceremony and reaches between their bodies to guide him in. The first thrust knocks the air from her lungs. She grinds down until her hips meet his, then rocks in a slow, deliberate rhythm that makes the muscles in her thighs tremble. Marcus grips her waist and matches her pace, thrusting up hard enough to lift her knees from the mattress. Sweat beads between her breasts. She leans forward, palms flat on his chest, and rides him with sharp, hungry rolls of her hips. Every time she bottoms out, she bites her lip and lets a soft sound slip free. Marcus drags her down by the nape of her neck and kisses her open-mouthed, teeth scraping her lower lip. She pulls back, pupils blown, and starts to circle her clit with two fingers while she fucks him. The tension coils tight behind her navel. Marcus bucks harder, chasing the same edge. She comes first—mouth slack, thighs shaking—and her body clenches around him in rhythmic pulses that drag him over right after. He spills inside her with a low, broken groan, hands locked at her waist like he might never let go.