Seduction Principles - Episode 9

She took her time with his belt. Let it drop to the carpet with a soft thud, followed her fingers down the line of his fly, feeling heat and hardness before she even freed him. His cock came out heavy, flushed dark at the tip, already slick. She wrapped her fingers around the base and stroked once, slow, deliberate, just to feel it twitch. He groaned, hips tilting forward, but she held him there. When she sank to her knees the carpet burned her skin, but she didn't rush. She licked him from root to head, tongue flat, taking her time. Tasted salt and skin. Let the head slide over her lower lip before she took him in, deep as she could go without choking, then pulled back, lips tight, spit trailing down her chin. She worked him with her mouth and hand in the same rhythm, slow then faster, tongue pressing against the underside each time she swallowed him. His fingers found her hair, gripped hard, but she didn't let him set the pace. Not yet. She pulled off with a wet sound, stroked him hard while she caught her breath, watched the way his stomach jumped. Then she took him again, deeper this time, throat working, eyes watering, until he cursed and tried to pull her off. She let him. Let the head slip from her lips with a soft pop. Smiled up at him, mouth shiny, before she stood, turned around, and bent over the edge of the bed. She reached back, spread herself open, let him see everything. Her cunt was wet, lips swollen, clit already throbbing. He stepped in behind her, lined up, and pushed inside in one long stroke. She gasped, fingers twisting in the sheets, the stretch sharp and perfect. He didn't move right away. Just stayed buried, hands gripping her hips, breathing hard through his teeth. She pushed back against him, asking without words. He started fucking her then, deep and steady, the sound of skin on skin loud in the quiet room. Every thrust knocked the breath from her lungs. She reached between her legs, rubbed her clit in tight circles, chasing the edge. He leaned over her, one hand sliding up to cup her breast, thumb flicking over her nipple. She came with a broken sound, cunt pulsing around him, thighs shaking. He didn't stop. Kept fucking her through it, chasing his own release, until he buried himself deep and came with a low groan, heat flooding her. They stayed like that for a moment, breathing hard, sweat cooling on their skin. Then he pulled out slow, watching his come drip down her thigh. She didn't move. Just smiled against the sheets, already thinking about round two.