Torn Part 1 - Episode 1

She pinned him to the mattress with her hips, grinding down until his breath caught. Her hand slipped between them, fingers closing around his cock. She stroked him slowly, base to head, watching his face twist with each pass. When his mouth opened, she leaned in and kissed him hard, swallowing the sound. His hands found her waist and held tight, thumbs pressing into skin. She rose up on her knees, lined him up, then sank down in one steady motion that took him to the hilt. The air left her lungs. He groaned into her shoulder. She stayed still, letting her body adjust to the stretch, then started to move—rolling her hips, lifting, dropping, finding a rhythm that made the headboard tap the wall. Sweat gathered between her breasts. His grip slid lower, fingers digging into her ass as he met her thrust for thrust. She felt every inch of him drag against her walls, felt her own slick coating him. When she reached down again and rubbed her clit, her thighs began to shake. He bucked up harder, chasing the same edge, and neither of them looked away.