Eternal Allure - Episode 4

They have been circling each other for weeks. Tonight the game is over. She meets him at the door wearing nothing but a silk slip the color of pale champagne. The straps slide off her shoulders the second he closes the door behind them. Fabric pools at her feet. She stands there, bare, nipples tight from the cool air and the heat in his eyes. He touches her like a man memorizing every curve, hands gliding down the dip of her waist, over the swell of her hips. When his fingers find the slick heat between her legs, she lets out a soft, broken sound. He drops to his knees. She braces one hand on the wall, the other gripping his hair as his tongue parts her, slow and deliberate. He licks her in long, wet strokes that make her thighs shake. When she comes, it is with a sharp cry, her body clenching around nothing, pulse throbbing against his mouth. He rises, lifts her, carries her to the bed. She spreads for him without being asked. He sinks into her in one smooth, deep thrust. They fuck like people who have waited too long and can’t waste another second. Sweat-slick skin, tangled sheets, the wet slap of bodies meeting. She meets every stroke, heels digging into his back, nails scoring his shoulders. When he flips her onto her stomach, she pushes back, greedy for every inch. He grips her hips, drives in harder, deeper, until her breath catches and she comes again, face pressed into the pillow, cunt pulsing around him. He follows with a low, guttural groan, spilling inside her. They stay like that for a long moment, breathing hard, bodies cooling. Then he pulls out, turns her over, kisses her slow and deep like they have all night. And they do.