Secret Sessions - Episode 3

She meets his gaze across the room, her dress a whisper against her thighs. He doesn’t wait long. Two strides and he has her, fingers threading into her hair as he kisses her open-mouthed, tasting the champagne she sipped moments ago. Her back meets the cool wall. She feels the hard line of him against her hip while his hand slips under silk and finds her bare. Heat pulses between her legs. He curls two fingers inside her, slow at first, then faster, knuckle-deep, the wet sound slick and shameless. She bites his shoulder to stay quiet. When he pulls his hand away it glistens. He licks it clean, eyes locked on hers, then drops to his knees, tongue replacing fingers, broad and deliberate. She grips the back of his neck, hips rocking forward, breath ragged as he sucks her clit in steady pulses that make her thighs shake. Her orgasm hits sharp, sudden, stealing sound from her throat. Before it fades he stands, frees himself, and slides in with one thrust. They move together in the dim light, skin slapping, breaths mingling, until he spills inside her with a low, broken groan.