In Our Bed - Episode 7

Her thighs bracket his hips. She rises and falls on his cock, slow at first, the muscles of her belly drawn tight with every measured descent. Sweat pearls between her breasts, catching the lamplight as they sway. He cups both, thumbs stroking the tight peaks until she shudders. He feels her clench around him, wetter, hotter. She leans forward, palms planted on his chest, fingers curling against his skin, and grinds deeper, circling her hips so the head of him drags across the front wall inside her. He thrusts up to meet her, the wet slap of their bodies loud in the quiet room. She gasps, half a laugh, half a moan. Her hair falls across his mouth; he tastes salt. Her knees tighten against his ribs. He slides one hand between them and circles her clit with two fingers, slow and sure. She bites her lower lip, eyes fluttering. The rhythm falters, then picks up. Faster now. Her cunt pulses around him with each push. He drives harder, both hands gripping her ass, spreading her wider, fingers digging into soft flesh. She cries out, sudden and bright. Her thighs shake. He keeps her pressed down, buried to the hilt, feeling her ripple and squeeze through the aftershocks. The room smells of sex and skin. Neither moves for a long moment.