Emmanuelle

She undressed him with deliberate fingers. The silk slid from his shoulders and pooled at his feet. Sweat beaded along his collarbone, catching the light like small jewels. She traced the damp line with her tongue, tasting salt and skin. He pressed forward, cock hard against her thigh, and she spread her legs to let him in. The first thrust stretched her open. She gasped, fingers digging into his back. He moved steadily, hips snapping, each stroke deeper than the last. Her walls clenched around him, pulling him further. A soft moan escaped her throat. She arched her spine to take more. His hand found her breast and squeezed, thumb brushing her nipple until it tightened. She met him thrust for thrust, bodies slapping in wet rhythm. The air smelled of sex and heat. He groaned into her neck and came with short, sharp jerks, emptying inside her. She followed seconds later, trembling through the aftershocks. Her thighs shook. When she opened her eyes, the room looked unfamiliar, as though it belonged to someone else.