The Tryst List - Episode 5

She meets his gaze across the crowded bar and holds it. He walks over. They exchange a few words before leaving together. In the cab, he slides his hand between her thighs. She parts them just enough. His fingers find the wet heat of her cunt through thin silk. The driver says nothing. In the elevator, he pins her wrists above her head and bites her neck. Hard enough to mark. Inside the suite, he strips her slowly. Each button. Each hook. Until she stands bare before him. He stays dressed. Watches. She unfastens his belt. The leather cracks as it slips free. He turns her around, bends her over the arm of the sofa. Her face presses into the velvet. He spreads her open, thumbs dragging along the slick seam of her cunt, parting her for the first thrust. He fucks her with measured strokes. Deep. Unhurried. Each time he bottoms out she gasps, nails digging into the cushion. He keeps one hand on her lower back. The other reaches around and circles her clit until her legs shake. She comes hard. He doesn’t stop. Not until she’s dripping down her thighs and he finally follows, pulling out to spill hot across her ass. He leaves her there a moment. Spent. Marked. Then he wipes her clean with a warm cloth and kisses the bite on her neck like an apology he doesn’t mean.