The Life Erotic - Episode 1

He fucks her against the wall with one hand around her throat and the other pinning her wrists above her head. She arches into him, mouth open, gasping each time he drives deeper. Sweat glistens on her collarbones. Her nipples stand hard and dark against pale skin. He lets go of her throat to slide his palm down between them, thumb pressing circles against her clit while he keeps thrusting. She comes with a broken sound, legs shaking, cunt gripping him so tight he has to grit his teeth to keep from following. He doesn’t stop. He waits until she stops trembling, then starts moving again, slower now, rolling his hips so she feels every inch. Her head tips back against the plaster. Her eyes stay half-closed. He watches the way her stomach tightens with each stroke, the way her lips part but no sound comes out. When she comes the second time it’s quieter, almost reluctant, like her body can’t decide whether it wants more or mercy. He gives her neither. He pulls out, turns her around, and bends her over the table. He pushes back inside without warning. She cries out, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the smooth wood. He holds her hips and fucks her like he means to leave bruises. Every slap of skin is loud in the quiet room. He reaches under her and finds her clit again, rubs it rough and fast until she’s shaking and coming around him a third time. Only then does he let himself finish, buried deep, pulse after pulse, teeth sunk into the back of her shoulder.