Passion Diaries - Episode 6

She slides the silk down her hips, slow enough to make the fabric whisper against her skin. His eyes follow the curve of every inch she reveals. When the dress pools at her feet, she steps out of it and walks straight to him without hesitation. He grabs her waist, pulls her in close. Their mouths meet hard, tongues sliding, breath mixing. She feels him hard against her belly, and the heat of it makes her ache. He lifts her onto the edge of the table, knocks the empty glasses aside. She spreads her legs, knees opening without being asked. He pushes two fingers inside her, finds her already wet, slick coating his knuckles. She bites her lip, then lets the moan slip out anyway. He works his fingers deeper, curling just right, thumb circling her clit with steady pressure. Her hips rock against his hand. The silk tablecloth bunches beneath her. He leans in and sucks her nipple, teeth grazing, tongue flicking until the peak tightens. Her hand drops between them, finds his cock, strokes him in time with how he’s stroking her. When he pulls his fingers free, she grips his wrist and brings them to her mouth, sucking them clean. He swears under his breath, lines himself up, and pushes inside her in one long thrust. The table creaks. Her legs wrap around him. Every stroke hits deep. Skin slaps against skin, the wet sound of her taking him filling the room. She digs her nails into his shoulders, pulls him closer, feels the sweat on his back. He fucks her harder, the pace turning rough, then slows just to feel every inch of her. She comes first, clenching around him, thighs shaking. He follows seconds later, spilling deep, forehead pressed to hers, breathing her name like it’s the only word he remembers.