Lights, Camera, Play - Episode 6

He tugged the belt free and let her dress drop around her ankles. The camera light caught the sheen of sweat between her breasts as she stepped forward, bare now except for a thin gold chain that lay against her collarbone. She moved with purpose, not hesitation, and pushed him back onto the velvet chaise. His breath hitched when her knee slid between his legs and she took him in hand, stroking once, slow and deliberate. He was already hard, and the sound she made at the feel of him—low, almost smug—sent heat through his stomach. She climbed over him, guiding him in with one hand while the other braced on his chest. The first inch dragged a curse from his mouth. She sank down in one steady motion until her hips met his, then rolled them once, testing the angle. He gripped her thighs and held still, letting her set the pace. She rode him hard, head tipped back, mouth open, the chain bouncing against her skin. Every thrust pulled a wet sound from between them. Her nails left red lines across his chest. When she leaned down to bite his lower lip, he thrust up to meet her, deeper now, rougher, and she laughed once, breathless, before moaning his name like it tasted good in her mouth.