Seduction Principles - Episode 9

She moved closer. Her hand found his belt and pulled until the buckle gave. The leather slid free with a soft sound, then the zipper whispered down. He watched her fingers work. She took her time with each button, savoring the slow reveal of skin beneath. When the last one slipped free, his shirt fell open and she pressed her palms flat against his chest. His heartbeat pushed back against her hands, steady and strong. She leaned in, mouth finding the hollow of his throat, tasting salt and heat. He groaned once, low in his chest, and his hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise. She smiled against his skin, then sank to her knees. The floor was cold, but she barely noticed. Her fingers hooked into his waistband, tugging everything down in one motion. He sprang free, already thick and heavy. She took him in her hand first, feeling the weight, the pulse, the heat. Then her mouth followed. She worked slow at first, building rhythm with each stroke, tongue circling the head before taking more. He cursed, fingers threading through her hair. She didn't stop. She set a pace that made his thighs shake, her lips tight and slick, saliva trailing down his length with each descent. When she looked up, eyes watering, his expression was raw. He pulled her off suddenly, breath ragged. She rose without a word. He spun her around, bent her over the edge of the table, and shoved her skirt up past her hips. Her panties came down in one hard tug. He was inside her before she could brace herself, filling her deep in a single thrust. She gasped. The wood pressed hard against her stomach with each drive forward, his hips slapping against her ass. She reached back blindly, nails digging into his thigh, urging him deeper. He gave her what she wanted. Harder. Faster. The table creaked under them, papers sliding to the floor. Neither of them cared. She came first, legs shaking, breath catching in her throat. He followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt and holding there, pulsing. They stayed like that until his breathing slowed. Then he pulled out, leaving her slick and spent. She straightened her skirt. He fastened his belt. Neither spoke. They didn't need to.