The Life Erotic - Episode 4

She comes to him in the dark. Her robe slips from her shoulders and pools at her feet. The lamplight catches the curve of her breast, the hard point of her nipple, the soft dip of her waist. She steps between his knees and he opens his hands to take her hips. His thumbs trace the bone. She is warm and smooth and already moving toward him, hungry. He pulls her closer until her thighs brush his cock through his trousers. She reaches down, finds him through the fabric, gives one slow press. His breath catches. She smiles. He drags his mouth across her belly, lower, until his tongue finds the wet seam between her legs. She rocks against him, fingers threaded through his hair, holding him where she wants him. He licks her slow and deep, tastes the salt and heat of her, feels her thighs tighten around his face. She moans once, low in her throat, and the sound shoots straight to his cock. He stands. Her hands are already on his belt. She frees him, wraps her fingers around the thick length, strokes him once, twice, until a bead of moisture gathers at the tip. She swipes it with her thumb, brings it to her lips, sucks it clean. He pushes her back onto the bed. She spreads her legs. He kneels between them, lines up, and sinks into her in one long thrust. She is tight and wet and so fucking hot he has to stop, forehead against hers, breathing hard. She lifts her hips, takes him deeper, and then they are moving—hard, steady, skin slapping skin. Her nails bite his back. He fucks her like he means to break the bed. She comes first, cunt pulsing around him, mouth open on a silent cry. He follows right after, buried deep, hips jerking, spilling into her until there is nothing left but sweat and breath and the smell of sex in the air.