In a snap of the fingers

SNAP. Her clothes vanish like smoke, and his follow right after. Suddenly the room changes, warm light spilling across a new space that feels made for them. She stands there in nothing but skin, dark hair spilling down her back, and he’s already hard. One finger crook and she drops to her knees, taking him in her mouth without a word. Slow at first, then deeper, her tongue working along every inch while her hand strokes the base. He watches her cheeks hollow, listens to the wet sound of her sucking, and his hand finds the back of her head to guide her. She doesn’t pull away. When he pulls her up and turns her around, she braces her palms against the nearest surface and arches for him. He spits on his fingers, works them inside her until she’s slick and open, then pushes his cock into her ass in one smooth stroke. She gasps, pushes back, and he starts thrusting. Deep, steady strokes that make her moan louder with each one. He grips her hips and drives harder. She takes every inch, fingers clawing at whatever’s in front of her, breath breaking into short little cries. He keeps going until his rhythm falters and he spills inside her. They stay like that for a moment, skin hot and hearts racing. Then he leans in, lips brushing her ear. Another SNAP. Maybe round two starts right here.