Kind Invitation

Zack asked Athina over for an afternoon without any plans but one: letting their bodies speak. Time stretches out ahead of them. Clothes hit the floor fast. She sinks to her knees and takes him deep, tongue working slow circles before she swallows him whole. He grips her black hair and pulls her back just enough to let her breathe, then pushes forward again. Spit trails down her chin when she comes up for air. He lays her out on the bed, spreads her open, and buries his face between her legs until her thighs shake around his ears. When she’s dripping and begging, he slides in—slow at first, then harder, deeper, until her moans fill the quiet room. They switch positions without words. He flips her, presses her chest to the sheets, and takes her ass the way she likes it: steady pressure, full strokes, her fingers clenched in the linen while he rides her through it. Close now, he pulls out and strokes himself over her face, thick ropes landing across her lips and cheeks. She smiles up at him, lazy and satisfied, the afternoon sun warm on bare skin.