A long day

Akasha drags herself through the door, shoes kicked aside. Her feet ache. Csoky meets her on the sofa, hands already sliding down her calves. He works the knots from her soles, slow circles of his thumbs, until her shoulders drop. When her breathing evens out he eases her thighs apart and sinks into her slick heat. She exhales, letting the long day leave her body with each thrust. He keeps the rhythm steady, filling her until the tension melts away completely.