Pleasant Surprise

Alexis knows exactly what she looks like sitting on that couch wearing nothing but a sly grin. Enzo walks through the door, drops his keys, and she gives him a slow two-finger wave like she’s daring him to ask questions later. He doesn’t. Pants hit the floor while his mouth finds her right away, tongue working in lazy circles that make her thighs twitch. She eggs him on with little breathy curses, even laughs when he slides two fingers in without warning. The wet sound that follows is pretty damn rude and they both hear it. She returns the favor with the same fast, sloppy energy, spit running down her chin as she takes him deep, humming around the stretch. Then she swings a leg over and sinks down. Every inch disappears and she rolls her hips like she’s got all night, because right now she does. He grabs her waist and she leans forward, letting him thrust up into her while her tits bounce against his face. When she flips over onto hands and knees, ass high, she shoots him a look over her shoulder that says “don’t hold back.” He doesn’t. The slap of skin is steady, loud, and filthy. She keeps reaching back to spread herself wider, greedy for every angle. A minute later she collapses onto her side, one leg hooked over his arm, and he pushes back inside, pace slower now, deeper, grinding until the mattress starts to creak. She can feel when he’s close; the pulse, the stutter in his rhythm, the way his fingers dig harder into her hip. He finishes buried to the hilt, cock twitching as he empties inside her, warm and thick. She just smiles into the pillow, satisfied that she got exactly the greeting she came for.