Twisted Passions #16

She stepped into the dim bedroom wearing only a silk slip that clung to her hips. I set my drink aside and watched her move closer. Candlelight caught on her thighs as she straddled my lap. Her breath was warm against my ear when she whispered what she wanted. I ran my hands up her legs until I reached the damp fabric between them. She arched into my touch, and her fingers slipped the straps off her shoulders. The silk pooled at her waist. My mouth found her nipples, and she rocked slowly against my palm, hips rolling in steady rhythm. The wet sounds her body made mixed with soft gasps. She reached between us, freed my cock, and eased herself down. Every inch disappeared inside her heat until her ass settled flush against my thighs. She paused, eyes half-lidded, then began to ride. I gripped her waist, lifting and lowering her, savoring the drag of her inner walls and the slick slide of her skin. Sweat beaded on her sternum. I licked it away, felt her tighten, then pulse around me when she came. My release followed in a single, sharp thrust, spilling deep as she trembled against my chest.