Silk & Satin - Episode 2

The silk slips down her back, cool as water. She watches him watch the fabric fall, watches the way his mouth opens like he’s tasting it already. He reaches for her breast with a hand that knows what it wants—thumb brushing her nipple, slow, then firmer. She leans in. Kisses the corner of his lips, then the center, and lets him pull her down. He’s already hard, cock pressing up against her thigh as she straddles him. He slides two fingers between her legs and works her open, his knuckles catching on the lace edge of her panties. She grinds against his hand, breathing sharp. His other palm settles on her ass, squeezing, guiding. When he pushes inside her, she feels it everywhere—thick, full, stretching her just right. Her hips roll. He groans, mouth against her throat, and starts to fuck her from below. The bed creaks. The sheets bunch in her fists. Every thrust hits deeper, wetter, until nothing else exists but the slick drag of his cock and the way her cunt clenches around him. She comes first, biting down on her own wrist, and he follows, groaning into her neck, hips jerking as he spills inside her.