Silk & Satin - Episode 10

She stands before him in nothing but lace and daring. The silk gown pools at her feet, a spill of champagne across the floorboards. He takes in her bare shoulders, the gentle curve where her breasts meet the delicate edge of her bra, the subtle arch of her back as she tilts her hips toward him. His gaze traces the thin straps of her garter belt, the line of skin between stocking and thigh. He steps closer, hands slipping around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Her nipples graze his chest through fine silk. He kisses the hollow of her throat, then lower, mouth closing over the peak of one breast. She gasps, fingers threading through his hair. He sinks to his knees, palms sliding down the back of her thighs, thumbs brushing the lace edge of her panties. She parts her legs for him. He presses his mouth to the damp fabric, tongue tracing her through the material, tasting her heat. She moans, hips rolling forward. He peels the lace aside, tongue finding her clit with slow, deliberate strokes. Her thighs tremble. He slips two fingers inside her, curling them upward while his mouth works her in rhythm. Her hand grips the back of his head, holding him there, urging him deeper. The room is thick with the sound of her breathing, the wet slide of his fingers, the low, hungry sounds she makes when he sucks gently on her clit. She comes with a sharp cry, legs shaking, heat pulsing around his fingers. He stands, lips glistening, and kisses her deep, letting her taste herself on his tongue. She reaches for his belt, unfastens it with shaking hands. He lifts her onto the edge of the bed, pushes inside her in one smooth thrust. She wraps her legs around his waist, heels digging into his back. He fucks her with steady, grinding strokes, watching her face as pleasure builds again. Her nails drag down his shoulders. He comes with a low groan, hips jerking, filling her. They stay tangled, sweat-slick and breathless, silk tangled around their ankles like a forgotten promise.