Eternal Allure - Episode 7

The light hit just right on the curve of her hip as she slid the silk robe from her shoulders. It fell in a quiet hush at her feet. He watched the way her skin caught the glow, soft where it curved, sharp where it met bone. His hand found the small of her back, fingers spreading slow, claiming the heat already there. She stepped in close, bare breasts brushing his chest, nipples tight and wanting. He dragged his palm lower, gripped the swell of her ass and squeezed, hard enough to make her breath catch. She reached between them and wrapped her fingers around his cock, stroking once, twice, slow and sure. He let out a low sound against her throat. Her legs parted on instinct. He nudged her thigh higher, slid two fingers between her folds, found her slick and ready. She rocked against his hand, hips chasing each stroke, cunt clenching around nothing yet. He lined up, pressed the head against her entrance, and pushed in with one steady thrust. She gasped, then moaned, nails digging into his back. He drove deeper, filling her to the hilt, hips snapping with the kind of rhythm that left no room for doubt. The room filled with the wet sound of skin meeting skin. Her legs locked around him. He fucked her harder, each thrust a promise and a demand. When she came, her whole body shook, and he followed seconds later, buried deep, groaning her name into her shoulder.