Secret Sessions - Episode 8

She lets the silk slip from her shoulders, fabric hissing as it slides down her back. The room is all low light and heat. She watches him watch her—eyes dragging over her skin like fingers. He steps closer, close enough that she feels the warmth of him before he even touches her. His hand moves between her thighs, slow and certain. She spreads for him without thinking, breath catching when he finds how wet she already is. Two fingers slide inside her, easy, and the sound is filthy in the quiet. He works her with a steady rhythm, thumb dragging over her clit, and she pushes back against his hand, greedy for more. He leans in, mouth at her ear. "You want it like this?" She nods once, sharp. He curls his fingers just right and her knees nearly buckle. She reaches for him, finds him hard against her palm, strokes him in time with what he's doing to her. The air is thick with it. Skin on skin. The wet drag of her cunt around his fingers. The quiet, ragged sound of her breathing. He pulls his hand away and she makes a sound low in her throat, missing it already. He turns her, bends her over the edge of the bed, spreads her open with both hands. She feels the head of his cock at her entrance, thick, pressing, and then he's inside her in one smooth thrust. Her hands fist in the sheets. He fucks her deep, hips snapping against her ass, the slap of it loud in the room. Sweat gathers at the small of her back. He reaches around, rubs her clit while he drives into her, and she comes hard around him, clenching, gasping. He doesn't stop. Just keeps going, chasing his own edge now, and when he spills inside her it's with a low, broken groan against her shoulder.