She lay sprawled on silk sheets, sunlight slanting through the window to catch the gold highlights in her chestnut hair as it fanned across the pillow. Her breath came slow and steady, each inhale drawing in his scent lingering on her lips—salt and musk from their morning climax still clinging between them. A faint tremor rippled beneath her skin as she reached up to trace the outline of his earlobe with her thumb, her fingertips brushing against the pulse at his jaw before pulling him down into a kiss that tasted like honeyed regret.
He hesitated just long enough for her tongue to slip past his lips, warm and wet seeking his, as if determined to unravel some invisible tension coiled tight in the air between them. Her hips arched slightly upward, pressing the full weight of her rounded belly against him, while one hand slid down to cup the curve of her own ass—her fingertips kneading flesh through silk before she gripped his wrist and pulled him lower.
The bedroom door slammed shut with a jarring crash that sent her head snapping upward. Her lips parted as he yanked up her skirt, baring the smooth ivory skin of her thighs spread wide by his grip on each ankle. The scent of her arousal hung thick between them now—a musky sweetness undercut by the sharp tang of her shaved mound where two fingers pressed hard into her clit’s swollen peak. She gasped when one hand shot down to spank her ass, his palm slapping against the pale flesh just above the crack.
“You’ve been thinking about me,” he growled, leaning forward until their foreheads touched as his other hand cupped her face. His thumb hooked beneath her lower lip—pressing hard enough to sting—to pull it into his mouth while his free fist tightened in her hair. Her tongue flicked against the roof of his mouth just before she bit down on his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. “Always,” she whispered as he surged upward onto his knees.
Her body arched backward suddenly as his fingers speared deep inside her, plunging past her clitoris until their knuckles hit the slick walls of her sex with a wet slap audible even over her labored breathing. His other hand gripped her thigh to anchor her while he leaned down to suck hard on the flesh where her hip bone met her leg—a bite that drew a gasp before she twisted sideways, pulling him onto his back.
His cock sprang free of his boxers as she straddled him, her weight pushing his chest into the mattress while she leaned forward to plant wet kisses along the length of his shaft. Her fingers twisted around it once, twice, before she leaned down farther still—the tip slipping between her lips as she dragged her tongue from base to tip with a hungry groan. His hips bucked upward instinctively when she swallowed him whole, his balls hitting her cheeks with every thrust deeper into her throat.
She gagged once—sharp and sudden—as he grabbed her by the hair to push himself fully inside her mouth. Her free hand reached down between their bodies to grip his thigh as she worked furiously at his cock, lips smacking wetly against his skin with every plunge until a thick rope of spunk burst into her throat. She swallowed once, twice, then pulled back just enough to spit his cum onto the bedsheets before leaning down again to lap up every drop still clinging to his shaft.
“Turn around,” he ordered gruffly as she scrambled backward across the bed toward him once more—their positions reversed yet again in this never-ending dance of dominance. She obeyed without hesitation, her knees sliding onto the mattress while she leaned forward onto her elbows and spread her legs wide enough for him to see the glistening rose of her asshole peeking beneath the trimmed curls between her thighs.
His fingers circled around it briefly before driving deep inside her ass—stretching flesh so tight he had to pause twice just to catch his breath. The tip of his tongue flicked against her clit once, twice, then pressed hard into the valley between her legs as she bucked upward with a gasp. His thumb speared past her entrance while his index finger worked its way deeper inside her ass until three fingers were buried deep within her.
“Oh god yes,” she moaned hoarsely as he leaned down to bite the flesh of her hip once more, his teeth grazing her skin through a layer of sweat. Her body trembled beneath him now—a shudder that rippled down from her shoulders all the way past her toes—as he drove one finger into each hole simultaneously while his tongue lashed against her clit in time with every thrust.
“More,” she panted when he pulled back suddenly—his hand dropping to her hip as he spread her legs wider still. His fingers speared deeper into her again before pulling free entirely, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the room until his cock sprang forth from between his legs once more.
His balls smacked against her ass cheeks with every thrust upward now as he drove deep inside her—a slow rhythm that built momentum until she was screaming his name and clawing at sheets with fingers bent like talons. The bed creaked, the air rippled with heat, then she arched backward again just before his cock speared forward into her ass—her climax building instantly to a crescendo as he gripped her hips tightly enough for bruises.