Secret Retreat - Episode 2

Elena steps onto the private terrace just after sunset, dress unbuttoned down the spine, silk pooling at her waist. She finds Marcus already bare-chested, leaning against the stone balustrade, watching the lights of the valley blink awake. He turns, eyes sliding over her exposed skin. She lets the dress fall the rest of the way and crosses the cool tiles naked. Marcus meets her halfway, fingers skimming the underside of her breast, thumb grazing the stiffening nipple. Her hand finds him hard through linen. She frees him with one practised tug, wraps her grip, and strokes once, slow, base to tip. He exhales against her mouth, then lifts her onto the wide marble ledge, spreads her thighs, and sinks two fingers inside. She’s already slick; the wet sound carries in the still air. Elena rocks against his palm, legs locked around his hips. Marcus replaces fingers with cock in a single thrust, hips snapping forward until he bottoms out. The slap of skin echoes off the garden walls. He fucks her in short, measured strokes, one hand pinning her wrist above her head, the other rubbing her clit in tight circles. She comes first, sharp and sudden, muscles clenching, a raw cry slipping loose. Marcus follows seconds later, buried deep, heat pulsing inside her. They stay joined, breathing hard, while the night deepens around them.