Intimate Tales - Episode 10

Marcus traced the line of her spine with his tongue, slow enough to make her shiver. She lay face-down on silk sheets the color of a deep bruise, arms stretched above her head, fingers curled around the iron bars. He paused at the small of her back, breathing heat against skin already slick with sweat, then continued lower. When he parted her thighs she lifted her hips without thinking. He tasted her slowly, deliberate, lips sealing over flesh that opened for him. Her hips rolled against his mouth. She came once, quiet and sudden, legs trembling. He didn't stop. His tongue moved deeper, then lighter, circling until her breath caught again. This time she cried out. He rose onto his knees, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He entered her without warning, filling her in one long thrust that made her grip the bars harder. His fingers dug into the soft flesh at her waist as he fucked her with steady force, skin slapping skin. She pushed back to meet him. When she came a third time he followed, buried to the hilt, pulse after pulse inside her. Neither moved for a long moment. The room smelled of sex and linen. Somewhere below them the city carried on, oblivious.