Silk Robe Temptation

The moment I saw her standing on the lake house deck in that thin silk robe, my cock twitched like we’d never been apart. Elena. My ex from three wild years ago. The morning sun lit the curve of her hips through the pale blue fabric, and the way it clung to her full tits made my mouth go dry. She’d texted me out of nowhere—said the place was free for the weekend, that we should finally talk. But the heat in her dark eyes when she turned around told me talking wasn’t really on the menu.

“Jake… you actually came.”

Her voice was low, a little husky from the cool lake air. She pulled the robe tighter around her waist, but that only made her nipples poke harder against the silk.

“Yeah. Couldn’t stay away.” I stepped closer, the wooden planks creaking under my boots. The scent of her—jasmine lotion and fresh coffee—hit me like a drug. “You look dangerous in that robe, Elena. Always did.”

She laughed softly, biting her lip. “This old thing? It’s all I had time to throw on after my shower.” Her gaze dropped to the obvious bulge in my jeans. “Looks like you missed me too.”

I didn’t waste another second. I closed the distance, slid my hands inside the robe and cupped her bare ass, pulling her against me. The silk whispered against my shirt as our mouths crashed together. Her tongue was hot and eager, tasting like mint toothpaste and pure want. She moaned into my mouth when I squeezed her cheeks, spreading them just enough to feel the heat radiating from her pussy.

“Fuck, Jake… right here?” she gasped, breaking the kiss, but her hips were already grinding against my throbbing cock.

“Right here. On the deck. In this goddamn robe.” I yanked the tie loose. The silk fell open like a curtain, revealing her naked body—shaved pussy already glistening, heavy tits begging for my hands. I bent down and sucked one stiff nipple into my mouth, biting gently while my fingers found her slick folds.

“Oh shit… yes.” Elena’s head fell back, her long black hair spilling over her shoulders. “Finger me. I’m so fucking wet for you already.”

Two thick fingers slid inside her tight cunt easy. She was dripping, coating my hand as I pumped them deep, curling to hit that spot I knew drove her crazy. The robe hung off her elbows like forgotten wings while she rode my hand, moaning loud enough that the loons on the lake probably heard.

“God, your fingers… still know exactly how to fuck me.” Her breath hitched. “Don’t stop. I’m gonna come already.”

I dropped to my knees, shoved the robe completely off her shoulders so it pooled at her feet, and buried my face between her thighs. Her pussy smelled like heaven—sweet and musky. I licked her clit in long, slow strokes, then sucked it hard while my fingers kept thrusting. Elena grabbed my hair, grinding against my tongue.

“Yes! Eat my pussy, Jake. Just like that—fuck!” Her legs started shaking. I felt her walls clamp down as she came, flooding my mouth with hot, sweet juice. She cried out, hips jerking, the silk robe tangling around her ankles.

Before she could catch her breath I stood up, spun her around and bent her over the wide wooden railing. The morning sun warmed her back as I freed my aching cock. It was rock hard, veins pulsing, the head already leaking pre-cum.

“Tell me you want it,” I growled, rubbing my thick dick up and down her soaked slit.

“I want it. Fuck me hard. Fill me up.” Elena looked back over her shoulder, eyes glassy with lust. “Use me like you used to. Please.”

I slammed into her pussy in one rough thrust. The wet smack of skin on skin echoed across the lake. She was scorching hot inside, gripping me like a velvet fist. I grabbed the silk robe from the deck, twisted it into a loose rope and used it to pull her hips back onto my cock with every stroke.

“Jesus, you’re tight. This cunt still owns me.” I pounded her faster, the railing creaking under us. Her tits swung heavy beneath her, nipples brushing the wood. Every thrust made obscene, juicy sounds—her cream coating my balls, dripping down her thighs.

“Harder! Fuck my pussy harder, Jake!” she begged, pushing back to meet me. I reached around and rubbed her swollen clit while I railed her, feeling her second orgasm building fast.

She came again with a broken scream, her walls milking my cock in powerful spasms. The sensation pushed me over. I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her. My groans mixed with hers as I kept thrusting through the pulses, filling her until it leaked out around my shaft.

We stayed locked together, panting. I finally pulled out, watching my cum trickle down her trembling legs. Elena turned, picked up the ruined silk robe and wiped between her thighs with a wicked little smile.

“Round two in the bedroom?” she asked, voice hoarse. “I want to ride you while I’m still wearing what’s left of this thing.”

I kissed her hard, tasting us both. “You’re on. But leave the robe open. I’m not done with you yet.”

We stumbled inside laughing, the lake house door slamming behind us. The silk whispered against her skin the whole way to the bed.