Silk & Satin - Episode 6

She wore black silk. Nothing underneath. Just that thin second skin against every curve, and the satin ribbon ties at her hips. One tug and the dress parted like a curtain opening on stage. He stood across the room and watched it happen. The ribbon gave way. The silk slid down her thighs and pooled at her feet. She didn’t rush to cover anything. She let the cool air touch her first, then his eyes. He crossed the space between them, ran his hands over the warmth she’d kept hidden under the dress, and pulled her closer until her bare skin met his shirt. The buttons came undone slowly. She pressed against him, hips forward, while his hands traced her spine and the curve of her ass. When he reached between her legs she was already wet, slick against his fingers, hips rocking in small, needy rolls. He sank two fingers inside her and she made a low sound, almost a growl, then bit it back. They moved to the couch without speaking. She climbed over him, knees on either side of his thighs, and sank down until he filled her. The first stroke made her breath catch. The second made her thighs tremble. She rode him steady, taking the full length each time, skin slapping quietly against skin. He held her waist, thumbs pressing into the dip above her hips, guiding her down harder. Sweat gathered at the small of her back. Her hair stuck to her shoulders. She leaned forward, mouth open against his neck, and came with a sharp gasp that turned into a long, broken moan. He followed right after, hips bucking up once, twice, before he stilled inside her, breathing hard against her collarbone.