Eternal Allure - Episode 3

Camille kept her thighs parted while Roman slid two fingers deep inside her. She watched his hand move with that slow, deliberate rhythm he knew drove her mad. Her cunt clenched around his fingers each time he curled them just right, hitting the spot that made her breath catch. He had her spread across the velvet chaise, one leg hooked over his shoulder, the other dangling off the edge. Light from the fireplace painted her skin gold as her back arched. Roman leaned down and dragged his tongue flat across her clit, tasting her with hungry, unhurried strokes. She tasted like salt and silk. Her fingers threaded through his hair, gripping hard when he sucked. He didn’t rush. He worked her with patience, with purpose, letting the tension build until her thighs trembled. When she came, it was with a broken sound, her whole body locking tight before she went loose beneath him. Roman looked up at her from between her legs, mouth glistening, and smiled like a man who knew he’d just ruined her for anyone else.