Alone At Last

Nancy has the room to herself and Martin. She’s been waiting for months. She pulls her blouse open and guides his hand between her legs. He slides two fingers inside her. She’s already wet. He curls them and she rocks her hips, riding the steady push. He leans down and takes her nipple in his mouth, sucking until she moans louder. She reaches for his belt, frees him, then sinks onto her knees to take him deep. Her tongue slides along the underside while she strokes what won’t fit. He grips her hair and fucks her throat slow. When he pulls her up, she turns, bends over the bed. He slides in from behind, one hand spreading her ass so he can watch himself disappear. He thrusts deeper. She reaches back and grips his thigh, asking for more. He pulls out, lets her taste herself on him, then gives her mouth again. She sucks him clean and wet, eyes on his. They move to the floor. She lies back, spreads wide. He goes down on her, tongue working her clit while two fingers stay inside. She comes once, then again when he sucks harder. He turns, settling over her face while she takes him in her mouth. Their hips move together, each chasing the other’s rhythm. He groans, pulls out, strokes himself over her tongue. She swallows every drop and keeps him there until he softens. She licks him clean before they part.