Our Secret - Episode 2

He waits in the dark. The door clicks. She steps inside, bare under a silk robe that barely clings to her hips. He takes two strides and pins her back against it. The robe slips from her shoulders before his hands reach her skin. He drops to his knees, opens her with his tongue, and she lets her head fall back, one hand braced on his hair. She comes with a small, broken sound, legs trembling around his face. Then he stands, spins her around, presses her chest to the wood. He takes her from behind, hard and steady, one palm flat between her shoulder blades, the other gripping her hip. She meets every thrust, breath fogging the grain of the door. When he finishes, she stays against the wood, sweat cooling on her spine, listening to his heartbeat return to normal. Neither speaks. The air is thick with what they both know they will do again tomorrow.