Intimate Tales - Episode 7

The bed felt like it had swallowed them whole. Her legs stayed wrapped around his hips even after he finished, pulsing around him like her body still wasn't convinced it was over. Sweat had cooled on her back where the sheets stuck. She traced the line of his spine with two fingers, slow, almost lazy, until his breathing shifted and she felt him getting hard again inside her. He pulled out just enough to see the mess they made, the way she glistened on his cock before he pushed back in. The wet sound was loud in the quiet room. Her thighs twitched. She didn't look away. "Again," she said, and meant it. He started moving, deeper this time, his hand sliding between them to press where she was swollen and sensitive. She came with her teeth on his shoulder, sharp enough to leave a mark. He followed right after, hips stuttering, breath hot against her neck. After, she stayed on top. His come leaked out of her in slow drips, and she didn't bother to fix it. Just leaned down and kissed the bite she'd left on his skin.