Pleasure Parlour - Episode 6

The lights are dimmed to a honey glow. She walks in, silk robe slipping from one shoulder. The man on the couch watches her hips, and his palm slides over his own thigh without hurry. She stops between his knees, unties the knot, and the robe falls. He takes her breast in one slow palm, thumb circling until her nipple tightens. She sinks down, knees open around his lap. His hand moves between her legs, fingers parting her, finding how wet she already is. She rocks against his palm, breathing open-mouthed against his mouth. He slides two fingers inside and she takes them with a low sound, hips rolling deeper. She reaches for his belt, opens it, wraps her fingers around him, hard and ready. She strokes once, twice, then lifts and guides him in. He fills her in one long slide. They pause, foreheads touching, breathing the same air. Then she starts to move, slow at first, letting every inch drag against her walls. He grips her waist, guiding her down harder, the wet sound of her riding him loud in the quiet room. Her hands hold the back of the couch for leverage. He leans in and sucks her nipple, teeth grazing, and she rides faster, chasing the friction. Sweat beads between her breasts and runs down her belly. She leans back, opens herself wider, and he thrusts up to meet her. Each stroke slaps skin on skin. She comes first, clenching around him, a broken cry in her throat, nails digging into his shoulders. He follows, gripping her hips, pushing deep and holding there as he spills inside her. They stay still, her cheek on his collarbone, both catching their breath.