Playboy Au Naturel - Episode 6

He peels the last scrap of lace down her thighs and lets it drop. She stands there bare, nipples tight in the cool air, the line of her belly trembling each time she draws breath. He drops to one knee without ceremony, parts her with two fingers, and studies the shine already waiting there. She feels the heat of his breath before his mouth settles. He licks once, slow and deliberate, and her knees give. His hand rises to steady her hip while his tongue presses deeper, seeking the rhythm that makes her hips rock forward. When her fingers knot in his hair and pull, he answers by sliding two fingers inside her, curling them just right, sucking softly around the swollen knot of flesh his tongue keeps stroking. She comes with a choked sound, thighs clenching around his jaw, wetness slipping down his wrist. He stays there until the tremor ebbs, then rises, palms sliding up her ribs, thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts before he leans in and takes one nipple between his teeth. She reaches between them, finds him heavy and hard against her stomach, strokes once, twice, then guides him lower. He pushes in with one steady thrust that pins her shoulders to the wall. Her mouth falls open. He keeps his eyes on hers as he moves—deep, measured, every stroke rolling from the root to the head until she’s meeting him, breath stuttering on each return. Sweat beads at the hollow of her throat. He licks it away. When she digs her nails into his back and arches, he angles higher, the new friction pulling a raw moan from her. The rhythm quickens. He fucks her through the second rush, letting her clench and flutter around him, then follows with a low groan, hips jerking once, twice, heat spilling inside her until the tremors quiet and the only sound left is the wet, steady drip between them.