Passion Diaries - Episode 3

She pushed the silk off her shoulders and let it fall. He watched her breasts spill free, nipples already tight. She climbed onto him without asking. Her thighs framed his hips. She reached down, lined him up, and sank onto his cock in one smooth drop. He groaned when she took all of him. She stayed still a moment, feeling him throb inside her, then began to rock. Her rhythm was slow at first, hips rolling like she had all night. He gripped her waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh. She leaned forward, breasts brushing his chest, and kissed him hard. Tongues met. Teeth scraped. She tasted of wine and heat. Her pace picked up. She rode him with purpose, grinding down on each thrust. Sweat beaded between her breasts. He licked a drop from her skin. The room smelled of sex and skin. She rode faster now, chasing it. He met her halfway, thrusting up. Every stroke dragged a small sound from her throat. She squeezed around him. He cursed. She smiled against his mouth and did it again. The bed frame knocked the wall. She didn't care. Her orgasm hit sudden and sharp. She arched, thighs shaking, cunt pulsing around him. He followed, hands clamped on her hips, spilling deep inside her with a low, broken moan.