Opportunity

The hallway outside Mary’s suite stays quiet except for the low hum of the ice machine. She steps back when Leo knocks, robe hanging open at the collar. He walks straight past her, loosening his tie. She closes the door, lets the belt fall. Leo turns. Steam drifts from the half-open bathroom door, bath already running. He follows her in without asking. She tests the water with her wrist, then climbs in first, water sliding up her thighs. Leo strips fast, cock already stiff when he steps into the tub behind her. She leans forward, hands on the porcelain edge. He slides into her without warning, slow, steady, until his hips rest against her ass. Mary pushes back. He pulls her hair. The bath sloshes over the rim. When he pulls out, she turns at once, mouth open, takes him down to the root, tongue working the length that was just inside her. Leo groans, holds the back of her head, feeds it to her again. The water cools around them, but neither moves to drain the tub. She climbs out dripping, bends over the sink, looks at him in the mirror. Leo steps up, spreads her, pushes back in. He fucks her steady, deep, one hand gripping her hip. She reaches down, rubs her clit in time with his thrusts. When he pulls out again, she drops to her knees, takes him in her mouth once more, tasting both of them. He comes on her tongue and she swallows without looking away.