Workout

Marie squeezes out one more rep on the bench while her husband texts from some hotel lobby. Sweat sticks her tank to her spine. When she stands the room is empty, so she pads down the hall toward the sound of running water. The door is half open. Christian stands under the spray, back turned, water cutting down the ridge of his spine. She watches his hand glide over his cock once, slow, almost lazy. Her breath snags. She steps away before he sees her. Later the house is quiet. He finds her stretching on the mat, legs spread wide. Neither of them pretends anymore. She pulls the damp shirt over her head. He drops the towel. She takes him in her mouth first, tongue flat, throat open, tasting the soap he just used. He groans, pulls her up, spins her so her ass faces him. Tongue replaces fingers, slick and insistent, until she pushes back, greedy. He slides in deep. She gasps, reaches behind to spread herself wider. When he pulls out she turns, sucks him again, mouth wet from both of them. He lays back and she climbs over his face, sixty-nine, hips rocking while she swallows him to the root. His tongue keeps working, wet sounds filling the room. She comes first, thighs shaking, then swallows every pulse he gives her, throat working until he’s spent and softening on her tongue.