Salt and pepper

Courtney lifted the salt and pepper, silver weighing cool against her palm. She straddled Chasey’s thighs on silk sheets, his erection already flushed and heavy against his stomach. The metal hit his nipple with a chill that drew his breath short. She moved the shakers in slow circles, grains whispering across his skin, then lowered her mouth and licked the seasoning off in one wet stripe. Salt made her tongue sting, pepper bloomed sharp behind it. Chasey arched, a broken sound caught in his throat. She sat back, ground her cunt against his shaft until slick coated him. His cock slid between her folds, the tip nudging her entrance, and she poured a thin line of salt from his navel to the base of him. Licked it off while she sank down, heat swallowing him in one rolling motion. Each thrust pulled more salt into her mouth; each retreat left pepper and sweat on his chest for her to taste. Chasey gripped her hips, driving up to meet her, the air thick with brine and spice and skin. She bit his shoulder hard enough to bruise, then kissed the same mark with a salt-slick tongue.