Our Secret - Episode 1

She slides the silk down her thighs, letting it pool at her feet. The hotel room is dark except for the city lights slicing through the blinds. He watches from the chair, still dressed, one hand resting on his thigh, the other holding his drink. Her nipples tighten in the cool air. She steps closer, bare feet silent on the carpet. He reaches out, runs his palm over the curve of her ass, fingers digging in just enough to make her sway. "Turn around," he says, low and even. She does. Slow. Shows him everything. The slick between her legs catches the light when she parts them. He sets the glass down. Stands. His belt clicks, zipper hisses. She feels him press against her back, hard through the fabric. One hand slips between her thighs, two fingers dragging through her wetness, spreading it. She bites her lip but the moan still escapes. "Already dripping," he murmurs against her neck. He pushes those fingers inside her without warning. She rocks back onto them, greedy. He fucks her with his hand, steady and deep, thumb circling her clit until her knees shake. When he pulls out she whimpers, empty for half a second before he bends her over the bed and sinks his cock into her in one thrust. The sheets bunch in her fists. He grabs her hips, pounds into her, skin slapping. Sweat beads between her shoulder blades. She reaches back, nails scraping his thigh, begging without words. He leans over her, bites her shoulder, drives deeper. The headboard knocks the wall. She comes first, shaking, clenching around him. He follows seconds later, groaning into her hair, hips jerking as he fills her. They stay like that, breathing hard, until he eases out and she feels his come slide down her thigh. He pulls her up, kisses the back of her neck, and says nothing. The silence is enough.