Bare Bliss - Episode 8

She steps into the suite with a towel still damp between her thighs. Drops it. Skin meets cooler air. He watches from the bed, already hard, the sheet pushed down to his hips. When she crawls up the mattress, her nipples graze his stomach, then his ribs, until she straddles his face. He exhales against her cunt, tongue meeting her slick folds in one slow pass. She rocks forward, hands gripping the headboard, thighs flexing around his jaw. He sucks her clit gently, then harder, two fingers sliding inside her without warning. Her moan breaks free, low and wet. She fucks his mouth in short, greedy strokes, cunt pulsing around his knuckles. Sweat beads at the small of her back. The moment she comes, she drops forward, mouth open against his belly, teeth catching skin. He keeps licking until she shakes again and pulls away, breath ragged. Then she turns, takes his cock in both hands, and sinks down in one steady glide. Tight. Hot. She rides him with deliberate rhythm, hips rolling, head tipped back so her hair brushes his thighs. He grips her waist, thumbs pressing into the curve of her ass. Every thrust sends a wet sound through the room. She leans in, bites his lower lip, lets him feel her clench. He answers with a sharp thrust upward that knocks the air from her lungs. She smiles through it, grinds down, takes him deeper.