Our Secret - Episode 7

He pushes her up against the window, the city lights below cold and distant. She is already wet. He runs two fingers between her folds, slow, spreading her open, watching the way she drips down his knuckles. Her breath fogs the glass. He drops to his knees, tongue sliding flat along her slit, tasting her heat before he sucks her clit between his lips. She grabs his hair, thighs shaking. He moans into her cunt like he needs it, tongue working deeper, fucking her with it until her knees give. When she comes, it’s loud, sudden, her whole body jerking forward as she pulses against his mouth. He stands, spins her around, bends her over the sill. He pushes inside in one long stroke, thick and relentless, her walls clenching around every inch. His hand slips between her legs again, two fingers on her clit now, rubbing tight circles while he fucks her harder. Each thrust knocks a moan out of her. She comes again, soaking him, and he follows, buried to the hilt, groaning into the back of her neck as he fills her.