Pleasure Parlour - Episode 8

The bedroom in the corner of the townhouse smells like warm skin and jasmine oil. She’s lying back on white sheets with one leg hooked over his shoulder. His tongue traces slow circles around her clit, and every so often he slides two fingers deeper inside her until her hips jerk. She keeps one hand tangled in his hair, guiding him, urging him to stay right there. When she comes, her moan breaks off into a small laugh. He doesn’t stop until the tension leaves her thighs. Then he climbs up her body, hard against her stomach, and she pulls him down by the back of his neck so she can taste herself on his lips. They move together quickly now, his hips rolling into hers, her nails pressing half-moons into his back. When he comes, he buries his face in her shoulder and stays there, breathing her in.