Just a quickie!

Aria feels that familiar ache and reaches for her phone. She wants it fast and she wants it now. The knock comes quick. He steps inside and she’s already on her knees, fingers busy at his belt. The moment his cock fills her mouth the plan slips away. Her tongue slows, savoring weight and heat, and the minutes stretch. She relaxes her throat, takes him deeper, then pulls back to lick a wet stripe along the shaft before sliding down again. He groans, hands in her hair, but she sets the pace. Each slow suck turns hungrier until her lips shine and spit trails down his length. She stands only long enough to strip, then sinks onto him, blonde hair swinging forward, hips rolling in a rhythm that has nothing to do with quick. He grips her waist, thrusting up to meet her, and she rides harder, chasing the full stretch she suddenly craves. They move from couch to floor, bodies locked, her moans growing louder every time he bottoms out. The quickie becomes a long, wet grind of skin on skin until they finish tangled, spent, and smiling at how little either of them wants to leave.