Pleasure Parlour - Episode 7

The door clicks behind me. She stands in the middle of the room, one strap already sliding off her shoulder. Black silk pools at her feet. Underneath, nothing but skin and the thin gold chain circling her waist. She steps forward, hips swaying like she knows I'm watching every inch. She grabs my tie and pulls. Mouth on mine. Hot. Wet. Her tongue slides slow, tasting, then she bites my bottom lip. Hard enough to sting. "Kneel," she says. I do. The floor is cold against my knees. She spreads her legs, one hand on my head, guiding me where she wants. I breathe her in. Salt and heat and that faint floral scent she wears. My tongue finds her clit and she lets out this low sound, half gasp, half moan. Her fingers tighten in my hair. She tastes like she wants more. I give it. I lick deeper, press my mouth against her, work my tongue in steady circles until her thighs start to shake. She rocks against my face. Not gentle. She fucks my mouth like she's been waiting all day for this. When she comes, it's with a sharp cry and her whole body jerks forward. She holds my head in place, riding it out. I keep licking until she pushes me back. "On the bed," she says, voice rough. "Now." I stand. My cock's already hard, straining against my trousers. She watches me undress, eyes dark. When I'm naked she walks over, wraps her hand around me, gives one slow stroke. "Lie back," she says. I obey. The sheets are cool against my back. She climbs on top, straddles my hips. Reaches between us. Guides me in. She's soaked, tight. She sinks down inch by inch until I'm buried to the hilt. Her head tips back. She stays still for a moment, just feeling it, then starts to move. Slow at first. Rolling her hips. Grinding down. Then faster. She plants her hands on my chest and rides me hard, taking every inch like she owns it. Her tits bounce with each thrust. That gold chain swings between them. I reach up, cup one breast, thumb her nipple. She slaps my hand away. "No touching," she says. "Just watch." So I watch. I watch her fuck herself on my cock until sweat beads on her skin and her breathing goes ragged. She comes again with a strangled sound, clenching around me, but she doesn't stop. She keeps going, chasing something more. When she finally lets me touch her, it's over. She grabs my wrists, pins them above my head. Leans down, mouth at my ear. "Come inside me," she whispers. "Now." I do. My hips buck up, cock twitching as I empty into her. She stays on top until I'm spent, then collapses forward, breathing hard against my neck. For a while, neither of us moves.