First Time Alone

Stefanie moves through the room in a little sundress, quiet at first. She knows Christian is watching. A shift of her hips. A look over her shoulder. Then the real game starts. She turns, bends at the waist, and shows the silver plug already nestled inside her. The metal catches the light. Christian crosses the room without a word. She drops to her knees. He frees himself, thick in her hand. She takes him slow, lips stretching, tongue working the underside until she can take him deeper. Spit runs down her chin. He holds the back of her head and fucks her throat in steady strokes. When he pulls out she turns around, still on her knees. He eases the plug free, sets it aside, and presses into her ass without pause. The stretch pulls a low sound from her. He drives in deep, pulls back, drives again. She reaches back, spreads herself wider. After a minute he slips free, brings his cock to her mouth, and she takes him again, tasting herself on him. He lets her work for a while, then turns her once more and sinks back into her ass. The pace stays measured, almost lazy, but every thrust lands hard. She stays open for him, breathing through each stroke, mouth parted, eyes half-lidded. He finishes the same way he started—buried in her, one hand gripping her hip, the other resting on the small of her back.