Bare Bliss - Episode 6

The sheets whispered against their skin. Lena crawled between Marcus's thighs, her bare breasts brushing his knees. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and stroked once, slow and deliberate. Marcus exhaled hard through his nose. She leaned in and let her tongue trace the length of him, wet and unhurried. He tasted salt and heat. She sealed her lips around the head and sank down, taking him deeper with every pass until her nose touched his stomach. Her throat fluttered around him. Marcus's hand found the back of her head, not pushing, just holding. She moaned around his cock, the vibration running straight through his spine. Spit slid down his shaft and pooled at his balls. He grunted, hips twitching up. Lena pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva stretching between her lips and his flushed skin. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and climbed over him. Her thighs straddled his hips. She reached down, lined him up, and sank onto his cock in one smooth motion. They both swore at the same time. Her cunt clenched around him, tight and wet and pulsing. Marcus grabbed her ass, fingers digging deep. She rocked her hips in lazy circles, riding him with unhurried rhythm. Every time she dropped down his cock hit that spot inside her that made her vision spark. Sweat gathered between her breasts. Marcus pulled her forward and sucked one nipple into his mouth, teeth scraping just enough. She hissed and rode him harder, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room. He slapped her ass once, sharp, and she clenched around him again. Her thighs started to shake. Marcus rolled her onto her back without pulling out, settling between her legs. He drove into her harder now, deeper, each thrust making the headboard knock against the wall. Lena's nails raked down his back, leaving red lines. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer. He fucked her like he meant to ruin her and she took every inch. Her orgasm hit sudden and sharp, her whole body going tight, cunt fluttering around him in rhythmic pulses. Marcus followed right after, burying himself to the hilt as he came, heat flooding her. They stayed locked together, breathing hard, sweat cooling on their skin. The room smelled like sex and salt.