Playboy Muses - Episode 3

He had her bent over the marble vanity, dress bunched around her waist. The bathroom smelled like her perfume and the faint bitterness of spilled champagne. She gripped the edge, knuckles white, while he drove into her with slow, deliberate strokes. The gold fixtures caught their reflection in the mirror above them: his hand splayed across her hip, her mouth open, lipstick smeared. She pushed back against him, demanding more, and he gave it. The sound of skin meeting skin mixed with her low, broken gasps. When he reached around to touch her, she came hard, forehead pressed to the cool stone, thighs trembling. He didn't stop. He stayed inside her until the shaking eased, then pulled her upright, spun her around, and kissed her hard—tongue tasting the salt of her neck before moving lower, biting gently at her collarbone as she fumbled with his belt again, hungry for round two.