Secret Sessions - Episode 9

She walks into the hotel suite in a black silk slip. The air smells like sex already. I watch her from the armchair, glass of whiskey warm in my hand. She drops her coat without ceremony, revealing lace underwear that barely covers anything. Her nipples press hard against the fabric. I stand. Cross the room. My hands find her waist first, then slide lower until I cup the soft weight of her ass. She presses into me, deliberate. I can feel the heat of her cunt through thin cotton as I drag my fingers between her legs, finding her already wet. She makes a quiet sound, almost surprised by her own body. I push her against the wall. The silk slip rides up as I hook my fingers into her panties and pull them down. They catch on her thighs. She steps out of them and spreads her legs wider. I drop to my knees, mouth on her before she can speak. She tastes sharp, clean, ready. My tongue works her clit in steady circles while two fingers slide inside her, curling against that spot that makes her knees buckle. She comes fast, thighs shaking against my shoulders. Before she catches her breath I stand and turn her around, bend her over the arm of the couch. My cock is out, hard, already leaking. I push into her without asking, one smooth thrust that buries me to the hilt. She gasps, her cunt gripping tight around me. I fuck her hard, deep, the slap of skin loud in the room. My hand reaches around to rub her clit again and she pushes back against me, greedy for more. I pull out before I finish, spin her to face me, and guide her down. She takes me in her mouth without hesitation, lips stretching around my thickness. Her tongue works the underside while her hand strokes what she can't fit. I watch her cheeks hollow as she sucks me, eyes watering, mascara smearing slightly at the corners. When I come she swallows most of it, a thin trail escaping the corner of her mouth. She wipes it with her thumb, sucks that clean too. We don't speak much after. She dresses slowly. I watch from the bed, spent. The door clicks shut behind her and the room smells like sweat and her perfume.