Lights, Camera, Play - Episode 6

The suite smelled of warm cedar and her jasmine perfume. She knelt at the edge of the bed in a sheer black slip, straps slipping off one shoulder like they’d had enough. He stood between her knees, tie already gone, belt half undone, watching her tug his shirt free from his trousers with greedy little fingers. The moment she got his fly open she didn’t wait. Her mouth sealed around him, slow, wet, deliberate, tongue sliding underneath as she took him deeper. He cursed, one hand in her hair, hips rolling forward while she moaned around the thick length, saliva glistening at the corners of her lips. She pulled off only to kiss the tip, stroke him with a spit-slick fist, then sink back down like she couldn’t stand the distance. He dragged the slip down her body until it pooled at her waist, nipples tight, flushed skin begging for attention. She kept her mouth working, throat opening, eyes flicking up, hungry. When he finally pulled her up by the shoulders, she climbed onto his lap without a word. She sank onto him in one smooth motion, both of them gasping, her cunt clenching hard around the stretch. He thrust up into her, steady and deep, while she rode him with rolling hips, clit rubbing against him with every drop. The headboard thudded. Sweat slicked her back. She leaned in and bit his jaw, whispering filthy things between moans, coming with a strangled cry that made his rhythm stutter and break. He followed her seconds later, pulsing inside her while she held him tight, still grinding through the aftershocks like she wasn’t finished with him yet.