Silk & Satin - Episode 5

She arches as his tongue finds her again, wet and deliberate. He doesn’t rush. Every lick is measured, each flick of his tongue pulling soft sounds from her throat. Her thighs tremble around his head. He grips her hips harder, holding her still while he works her open with slow strokes and steady pressure. Her fingers knot in his hair, pulling him closer, greedy for more. She comes with a shudder that rolls through her whole body. It hits fast, then lingers. He keeps his mouth on her through it, tasting every pulse, every aftershock. When she finally goes limp, he kisses the inside of her thigh, lips slick. Her breath still catches. He climbs up over her, cock hard against her belly. She reaches down without thinking, wraps her hand around him, strokes once, twice, just enough to make him hiss. He pushes into her grip, eyes dark. She spreads her legs wider, guiding him to her entrance. He sinks in slow, filling her inch by inch, both of them breathing like they’ve run miles. She’s tight, hot, slick from his mouth and her own need. He bottoms out and stays there, buried to the hilt, forehead pressed to hers. They move together. Not frantic. Deep. Each thrust drags against that spot inside her that makes her gasp. He fucks her like he has all night, hips rolling, hands pinning her wrists above her head. She meets him every time, rocking up to take him deeper, nails biting his shoulders. He comes first this time, groaning into her neck as he spills inside her. She feels every twitch, every pulse. She follows seconds later, clenching around him, drawing it out until they’re both shaking. Afterward, he stays inside her. Neither of them moves. Sweat cools on their skin. She traces lazy circles on his back. He kisses her collarbone, soft now, almost reverent. The room smells like sex and expensive perfume.