Silk & Satin - Episode 7

He walked into the room and saw her already laid out on the bed. Nothing on but a black satin slip that barely covered her. She looked at him without saying a word. He came closer, slow, and stopped at the edge of the mattress. She bent one leg, letting the slip ride up to her hip. He reached down and slipped two fingers under the hem, then pushed it up over her stomach. The fabric whispered across her skin. She watched him, eyes half-lidded, mouth parted. He leaned over and pressed his mouth to the soft skin just below her navel, tasting the warmth there. Her fingers moved into his hair, not pulling, just holding. He dragged his tongue lower until it met the edge of her panties. They were already damp. He hooked a thumb under the thin band and pulled them down her legs in one smooth motion. She lifted her hips to help. Once they were off he tossed them aside and spread her thighs wider. He looked at her for a second, taking in the sight of her open cunt, already wet and flushed. Then he lowered his head and licked her in one long stroke from the bottom of her slit to the hard nub of her clit. She gasped and her hips jerked. He did it again, slower, pressing the flat of his tongue against her. Her fingers tightened in his hair. He slid two fingers into her without warning, curling them up to find the spot that made her breath catch. She clenched around him and moaned, low and throaty. He sucked her clit into his mouth while he worked his fingers in and out, steady and deep. The silk slip had slipped down one shoulder. Her breast was bare now, nipple tight and dark. He reached up with his free hand and pinched it, rolling it between his fingers. She arched her back, pushing her cunt harder against his mouth. He kept licking, kept fucking her with his hand, until her thighs started to shake and her moans got louder, sharper. When she came she didn't hold back. Her whole body went tight, cunt pulsing around his fingers, hips grinding against his face. He didn't stop until she was twitching from overstimulation, pulling at his hair to make him ease off. He sat up, mouth wet, and wiped his chin with the back of his hand. She looked at him through half-closed eyes, breathing hard. He stood, unbuckled his belt, and let his pants drop. His cock was hard, thick, already leaking at the tip. She reached for it, wrapping her hand around the base and pulling him closer. He climbed onto the bed, knees on either side of her ribs, and she opened her mouth. He slid the head of his cock past her lips and she took him deep without hesitation, sucking hard. He groaned and thrust forward, fucking her mouth in slow, controlled strokes. She took him all the way to the back of her throat, eyes watering, spit running down her chin. He held the back of her head and pushed deeper, holding her there until she gagged, then pulled back to let her breathe. She didn't pull away. She went right back down, taking him again, tongue working the underside of his shaft. He fucked her mouth until his thighs started to tremble. Then he pulled out, moved down her body, and shoved her thighs apart again. He lined himself up and pushed inside her in one thrust. She cried out, nails digging into his arms. He didn't give her time to adjust. He started fucking her hard, deep, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. The silk slip was bunched up around her waist now, her body rocking with every thrust. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, holding her down while he drove into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and met every thrust. Sweat slicked their skin. He leaned down and bit her neck, sucking a mark into the soft flesh. She moaned louder. He shifted angle and hit that spot inside her that made her whole body jolt. He kept hitting it, over and over, until she came again, cunt clamping down on his cock. He didn't stop. He fucked her through it, chasing his own release. When it hit him he buried himself deep and came with a low groan, filling her. They stayed like that for a moment, breathing hard, bodies still joined. Then he pulled out slow. She winced a little, sensitive. He lay down beside her and pulled her against his chest. She rested her head on his shoulder, one leg draped over his. The silk slip was twisted and damp with sweat. Neither of them moved to fix it.