Lights, Camera, Play - Episode 4

The set burned hot under the lights. She stepped into frame wearing nothing but a silk robe that clung to her hips and slipped open with each step. He waited on the couch, shirt open, belt already undone. She let the robe fall. Skin caught the light. He reached for her the second she crossed the last foot between them. His hands found the back of her thighs, pulled her onto his lap. The camera rolled. Her mouth met his. His tongue slid against hers, slow at first, then deeper. She rocked forward. He was already hard under her. She pressed down, felt him through his open fly, warm and heavy. He slid a hand between her legs. Two fingers parted her. She was wet, already slick, and he groaned into her mouth when he felt it. He pushed inside her, knuckle-deep, then pulled out and did it again. She moved with him, hips rolling, breath catching each time he hit the right spot. She reached down, freed him from his briefs. He was thick in her hand. She stroked once, twice, then lifted up and sank down onto him in one smooth motion. He filled her. She took every inch, thighs tight around him, head tipping back as she settled. They moved together. She rose and dropped, slow and steady, then faster. He gripped her waist, met each thrust. Sweat slid down her spine. The lights picked up every motion, every sound. Her breath. His low curses. The wet sound of skin meeting skin. He flipped her onto her back without pulling out. Pinned her wrists above her head. Drove into her harder. She wrapped her legs around him, pulled him deeper. He kissed her throat, her collarbone, then lower, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking until she gasped. She came first. Her whole body tightened, back arching off the cushions, a broken sound escaping her throat. He followed seconds later, hips stuttering, spilling inside her with a low, rough groan. They stayed like that for a moment. Breathing hard. Skin flushed. The camera kept rolling.