Silk & Satin - Episode 4

She woke to silk sliding down her thigh. Cool air kissed the skin he exposed. He lay between her legs, his cheek resting on the inside of her knee, eyes half-lidded. He watched her face while his fingers traced slow circles higher and higher until they met the edge of her satin panties. With one deliberate tug the fabric slipped aside. She felt the first stroke of his tongue and her breath caught. He licked deeper, his hands pinning her hips when she tried to move. Every slow swipe felt measured, almost reverent, like he meant to pull something out of her that words could not reach. Her fingers clenched the sheets. He pressed the flat of his tongue against her clit and held it there, letting the pressure build until her hips bucked once against his hold. The silk still clung to one of her ankles. The nightstand light turned everything gold. She came without a sound, mouth open, a long tremor running through her thighs while he kept licking, softer now, patient, waiting for the next rush to take her.