Secret Retreat - Episode 5

The lake house sits quiet under pines. Tall windows throw squares of light across dark water. Inside, silk sheets slide against her skin like cool water. He kneels at the foot of the bed, watching her thighs part inch by inch. Her nipples stiffen under the thin robe as his breath reaches them. He kisses the inside of her knee first, tongue tracing the tendon, then higher, tasting salt and heat. She tastes like summer rain and clean sweat. He presses two fingers between her lips, slow, thick, knuckle-deep. She opens wider, a soft sound rising from her throat. He curls his fingers, finds the ridge that makes her hips jerk. She grinds down, greedy, clit dragging across his palm with every stroke. Her robe slips open completely. He leans in, mouth closing over her, sucking slow and deliberate. Tongue flat, then pointed, flicking the tight nub until her thighs tremble around his ears. She grabs the sheets, knuckles white. He pushes a third finger inside her, stretching her open, working the rhythm she likes: deep, then shallow, then deep again. She comes sudden and hard, back arching, cunt pulsing around his fingers. He keeps licking through it, mouth wet, chin shining. When she finally stops shaking, he stands, pulls open his belt. His cock springs free, heavy and flushed. She sits up, lips parted, and takes him into her mouth without asking. He threads his fingers through her hair, guiding her, letting her set the pace while he watches her cheeks hollow and fill. Outside, wind moves the pines. Inside, the only sound is the wet pull of her mouth and his quiet breathing.