Silk & Satin - Episode 9

She wore nothing under the silk. I watched the robe slide off her shoulder and gather at her waist. Her nipples were tight from the cool air, dark against her skin. She let the fabric fall further and the satin pooled around her thighs like liquid. I reached out and brushed my thumb across the underside of her breast, feeling the weight of it shift. She leaned into my hand. Her breath came slow, measured, like she was trying not to show how much she wanted it. I slid two fingers between her legs and she opened for me without a word, heat and slick already waiting there. She arched her back when I curled inside her, hips rolling once, twice. Her mouth stayed parted, silent except for the small catch each time I pressed deeper. The satin clung to her ass as she rocked against my hand. I added a third finger and watched her stomach tense, the muscles jumping under soft skin. She came with a shudder that started low and rolled upward, thighs clamping around my wrist, robe forgotten somewhere beneath her.