Silk & Satin - Episode 9

She wore nothing but a black silk slip. It clung to her hips as she crossed the room. He watched her from the bed, his shirt open, belt undone. She climbed onto his lap without asking. Her thighs spread around him and the fabric rode up, exposing everything she wanted him to see. He ran his hands up her back, slow, then gripped the base of her neck and pulled her down to his mouth. Their kiss was wet. Hungry. Her tongue slid against his while her cunt ground against the hard line of his cock, still trapped behind his zipper. She rocked once, twice, until the pressure built between her legs and a small sound escaped her throat. He flipped her onto her back in one smooth motion. The slip bunched at her waist. He dragged her panties down, slow enough to watch them slide over her knees, then off. She lay open for him, cunt glistening. He leaned in and licked her in one long stroke. Her hips jerked. He held them down and kept going—slow circles, then faster, until her thighs started to tremble. When she came, it was sharp and sudden, her back arching off the sheets. He didn't wait. He pushed two fingers inside her while she was still pulsing, curling them until she gasped his name. Then he stood, dropped his pants, and climbed over her. His cock pressed against her entrance, thick and hot. He pushed in deep with one thrust. She took all of him. They fucked hard—fast, wet, relentless. Her nails raked down his back. His hand found her throat, not tight, just enough to feel her pulse. She came again around him, clenching hard. He followed, buried to the hilt, groaning against her neck as he emptied inside her.