Somewhere Else

Romy keeps to herself while her friends run their mouths. She wants something slower. Older. She finds Christian waiting with his hands still. He moves them onto her back first, then lower, until she stops breathing evenly. His fingers press. Her skin warms. She leans into him and opens her legs. He drops to his knees, pulls her hips to his mouth, and stays there. Romy tastes him next, laid out across his chest, her lips stretched around him while he keeps his tongue moving. He stays hard in her mouth, thick and steady. When he turns her over she is already wet enough. He pushes inside from behind and she pushes back. The rhythm stays slow. His hand stays on her hip. She breathes against the sheets and takes every inch until he pulls out and slides into her mouth again. She licks him clean and goes back down without being asked. He fills her from behind once more, deeper now, until her thighs shake and she stays there, face down, still wanting the next stroke.