Seduction Principles - Episode 7

The apartment smelled like cedar and sex. She stood in the doorway wearing only a black silk slip that clung to her hips and caught the light like water. I watched her cross the room. Each step pulled the fabric tighter against her skin. Her nipples pressed against the silk. Small, hard, impossible to ignore. I wanted to taste them through the cloth, to feel the wet heat of my mouth soak through. Instead I waited. She turned to face me. The slip rode higher on one thigh. A glimpse of bare skin, the soft shadow where her legs met. She knew exactly what she was showing. Knew I was watching. I stepped close enough to smell the perfume at her throat. My hand found the small of her back. The silk was warm from her body. I traced the curve where her ass met her waist, feeling the heat beneath. She shivered but didn't pull away. Her mouth opened slightly. I pressed my thumb against her lower lip. She sucked it in without hesitation. Her tongue was hot and wet. I could already imagine how it would feel wrapped around my cock. She pressed her body against mine. Her breasts flattened against my chest. Through the thin silk I could feel her nipples, hard as pebbles. My free hand slid between her legs. She was already wet. The silk stuck to her cunt, soaked through. I rubbed slow circles over the fabric. Her breath hitched. She spread her thighs wider, inviting me in. I pushed two fingers against the wet silk, pressing the material between her lips. She moaned softly. Her hips rolled forward, grinding against my hand. I could feel the heat of her cunt through the fabric. The silk was slick now, clinging to every fold. She reached down and pulled the slip up over her hips. Nothing underneath. Just smooth skin and the dark triangle of her pubic hair. I dropped to my knees. The scent of her arousal was sharp and clean. I spread her lips with my thumbs. Her clit was swollen, pink, glistening. I licked it once, slow and deliberate. She tasted like salt and skin. Her hands found my hair. She pulled me closer. I sucked her clit between my lips, tongue working in tight circles. Her thighs trembled. She was breathing hard now, small desperate sounds escaping her throat. I slid one finger inside her. She was tight, hot, dripping. Her inner walls clenched around my knuckle. I added a second finger, curling them upward, finding that spot that made her gasp. Her hips bucked against my mouth. She was close. I could feel it in the way her cunt pulsed around my fingers, in the way her thighs squeezed my head. I sucked harder, tongue flicking faster. She came with a sharp cry, her body going rigid, cunt clenching rhythmically around my hand. I kept licking her through it, drawing out every spasm until she pushed me away, oversensitive. She sank to the floor, legs spread, the black silk bunched around her waist. Her cunt was flushed and swollen, still twitching with aftershocks. I stood and unzipped my pants. My cock sprang free, hard and aching. She looked up at me with dark eyes and licked her lips.