The Tryst List - Episode 3

She walked in wearing that silk dress that clung to her like a second skin. He watched her cross the room, the way the fabric moved against her thighs, how it caught between her legs when she sat. They didn't speak at first. She simply slid onto his lap, and his hands found the split in her dress, pushing it higher until her bare skin met his palms. Her mouth opened against his throat. He tasted salt and perfume when he kissed her collarbone. The dress came down easily. Her nipples hardened against the cool air, then his tongue. She rocked against him, grinding slow, feeling him thicken beneath her. His fingers slid between her thighs, found her already wet, and she moaned into his ear while he worked two fingers inside her. She came fast, biting his shoulder, her legs trembling. He didn't give her time to recover. He lifted her onto the table, spread her open, and buried his face between her legs until she grabbed his hair and pulled. When he finally pushed inside her, she wrapped her legs around his waist and took every inch. They fucked like people who had waited too long. Hard. Messy. Her nails left red lines down his back. He came deep, groaning against her neck, and she held him there, still pulsing around him, both of them breathing like they'd just survived something.