Alternative Approach

Destiny Cruz leans into the cushions, eyes half-closed. Her therapist talks about trust. Destiny nods, but her mind keeps drifting to the weight of Mick Blue’s hands later. Same room. Different purpose. She shows up early and leaves her engagement ring in her purse. Mick doesn’t waste time. He turns her onto her stomach, oil on skin, and starts at the small of her back. Slow circles. Thumbs pressing deeper until the fabric slips down. Destiny arches without thinking. He takes the cue, mouth following the trail his fingers left. Heat blooms low. She reaches for him, pulls him onto the table with her, bodies sliding together in a messy, hungry 69. Tongue against wet skin, no polite pause. Every lick feeds another until she’s shaking and pulling him tighter. When he flips her again she tastes herself on him, slick and sharp. Mick doesn’t rush the next stretch. He works her open, steady and deliberate, then presses inside. Destiny grips the edge of the table. Each thrust lands heavy, the air thick with sweat and oil. He pulls out and offers himself to her lips again. She takes him, no hesitation. Back and forth, ass to mouth, nothing left polite. Mick groans and spills across her tongue. Destiny swallows, chest heaving, the room suddenly quiet except for both of them catching their breath.