Secret Sessions - Episode 10

She arrives exactly on time. Silk slips off her shoulders and puddles at her feet. Nothing underneath but smooth skin and the faint scent of warm vanilla. He watches her settle onto the velvet chaise, legs parting without hesitation. A single candle throws gold across the inside of her thighs. His fingers find her already slick, two of them sliding in slow and deep until her hips roll to meet him. She takes what he gives, back arching, breath caught somewhere between a moan and a prayer. When he finally pushes inside her, the first thrust is deliberate—measured, thick, stretching. The second drives a low curse from her lips. She grips the edge of the chaise, knuckles white, and lets the rhythm take her apart. Each stroke lands harder than the last until the only sounds left are skin on skin and the wet pull of her body drawing him back in.