Spa X - Episode 3

She pushes open the heavy glass door to Spa X and the heat rolls over her like warm breath on bare skin. Steam curls from the marble tiles. Her nipples tighten beneath the thin robe. He stands already naked in the shallow pool, water lapping just below the cut of his hips. She drops the robe and steps in. The water parts around her thighs, then her waist, then laps at the dark curls between her legs. He reaches for her without speaking. His hands slide around to her ass, fingers pressing into soft flesh, pulling her forward until their bodies meet. She feels him hard against her stomach, thick and insistent. Her breath catches. He lifts her easily, and she wraps her legs around him. The head of his cock nudges against her opening. She lowers herself, taking him in one slow, deliberate slide. Water splashes up around them as he starts to thrust. Her nails dig into his shoulders. He moves deeper, hitting that spot inside her that makes her pulse around him. She bites his neck and tastes salt on her tongue. The pool laps rhythmically against the tiles as they fuck, steady, unhurried, the way people do when they know they have the whole afternoon.