The Essentials

Jessika Night keeps a small silver plug tucked inside her every time she packs a suitcase. She is already wet from the thought of what comes later. Christian Clay finds her in the bath, water lapping at her waist. He works the plug loose with two fingers and replaces it with his tongue. She steadies herself on the tile, hips tilting back. When she turns and drops to her knees, her mouth takes him slow, tongue pressing flat beneath the head. The steam rises around them. He lifts her onto the edge of the tub, spreads her cheeks, and pushes in deep. Her feet slip on the wet floor. He steadies her with one hand at the small of her back and keeps the same measured pace. She pushes back to meet each stroke. The plug sits on the ledge, forgotten for now.