Seduction Principles - Episode 8

She takes her time. Every movement counted. The silk falls from her shoulders, slides down her back, catches at her hips before it drops. She lets him watch. Wants him to. Then she steps forward and he can smell her skin. Warm. Sweet. Close enough that he can see the flush spreading across her chest. She touches his face first. Just her fingertips. Then her mouth. Soft. She kisses him slow, open, takes his breath and gives it back. Her hand finds the line of his belt. She works it free without breaking the kiss. When she pulls it away the leather whispers. She presses her body into his. Her nipples hard against his shirt. She slides her thigh between his legs and pushes, feels him against her. Then she drops to her knees. The floor is cold. She does not care. She opens his pants, takes him out, strokes once. Slow. Her thumb circles the tip. She looks up at him and wets her lips. Her tongue follows. She licks him from base to head, traces the ridge, then takes him in. Wet heat. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks. Her hand works the shaft. She gags but keeps going. Her other hand slips between her own legs. She rubs herself while she sucks him, fingers slick. He groans. She moans around him. The sound vibrates. She pulls off, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock. She smiles. Stands. Turns. Bends. Hands on the bed. Back arched. She spreads for him. Wet already. Waiting. He steps behind her, grips her hips. Pushes in. She gasps. Takes all of him at once. He fucks her hard, deep. Skin slaps skin. The bed creaks. Her breasts bounce with every thrust. She reaches back, fingers digging into his thigh. Pulls him deeper. He leans over her. Bites her shoulder. She comes first. Shudders. Tightens around him. He follows. Spills inside. They stay locked like that. Breathing. Sweat cooling on their skin. She does not move. Neither does he.