Seduction Principles - Episode 3

She moves like silk over skin, slow and certain. Every step brings her closer, hips rolling with intention. The light catches on her bare shoulders. She stops just in front of him, close enough for heat to pass between them. Her fingers find the buttons of his shirt. She works them open one by one. No rush. She drags her nails down his chest as the fabric parts, leaving faint lines that make his breath catch. Her lips follow the path her hands have taken, soft and hot against his skin. She tastes salt. She tastes need. He reaches for her, but she catches his wrists and pins them above his head. Her eyes lock on his, dark and sure. She climbs into his lap, thighs tight around him, and grinds down slow. The thin slip she wears rides up. Nothing underneath. She is wet already, slick heat pressing through the front of his trousers, marking him. She leans in and breathes against his mouth, not quite a kiss. Just heat. Just promise. She rolls her hips again, harder, grinding her clit against the hard line of him. A soft sound escapes her, half moan, half laugh. She likes the way his cock twitches under her, likes knowing she can make him lose his breath. Her hand slips between them. She frees him from his trousers, wraps her fingers around his length, and strokes once, twice. She watches his face the whole time. When she lines him up and sinks down, she does it slow enough to feel every inch stretch her open. Her cunt grips him tight. She rocks forward, taking him deeper, until her ass meets his thighs. She rides him like she means it. Steady, deep rolls of her hips. Sweat beads between her breasts. She arches back, hands braced on his knees, and fucks him with purpose. Every time she lifts and drops, she makes sure he watches the way her pussy takes him in. The wet sounds fill the room. She does not look away.