The Midnight Session

"I've never done this before."

Maya's voice was barely a whisper against the dim lighting of the massage studio. The scent of sandalwood hung thick around us, and I could see her hands trembling slightly as she adjusted the towel around her waist.

"Neither have I," I admitted, my throat dry. "But you wanted to try something new."

She nodded, biting her lower lip. The way her eyes traveled down my body made my cock twitch beneath the loose robe. We'd been married for four years, but this—this felt like the first time all over again.

"Daniel," she breathed, stepping closer. "I want you to touch me. Really touch me. Not like at home."

I reached out, my fingers finding the edge of her towel. "Like this?"

When I pulled it loose, it fell to the floor with a soft whisper. Her breasts were bare, nipples already hard, and I could see the wetness beginning to glisten between her thighs.

"God, Maya..."

"Shut up and fuck me," she said, but her voice was soft, almost pleading.

I pushed her back onto the massage table. The leather was warm from the heating pad, and she gasped as it touched her skin. I spread her legs wide, not bothering with foreplay—we'd been building to this all evening, all week, all month.

Her pussy was already soaked, lips swollen and waiting. I didn't tease. I pressed the head of my cock against her entrance and pushed inside in one smooth motion.

"Fuck!" she cried out, her back arching off the table.

I stayed still for a moment, letting her adjust. She was so tight, so hot, gripping me like a fist.

"Move," she demanded, grabbing my ass with both hands. "Daniel, move."

I did.

I fucked her hard and fast, the table creaking beneath us. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper, and I could feel her climax building—her inner walls fluttering, her breath coming in short gasps.

"Come for me," I growled, leaning down to bite her earlobe. "Come on my cock, Maya."

She screamed. Not loud, but a sharp, broken sound that was swallowed by the dim room. Her body convulsed, and I felt her cum soaking my dick, hot and slick.

I didn't stop. I flipped her over onto her stomach, pulling her hips up so her ass was in the air. Her pussy was still dripping, and I slid back inside her from behind, deeper this time.

"Oh god, yes," she moaned, her face pressed against the leather. "Fuck me, Daniel. Fuck me like you mean it."

I gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises. The rhythm changed—slower now, harder, each thrust purposeful. I could see my cock sliding in and out of her, glistening with her wetness, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer.

"I'm going to cum," I warned her.

"Inside me," she begged. "Please. Fill me up."

That did it. I buried myself to the hilt and let go, pumping hot cum deep into her pussy. She moaned with each pulse, pushing back against me, milking every drop.

Afterward, we lay tangled together on the narrow table, both of us slick with sweat. The sandalwood was still there, but now it mixed with the smell of sex, heavy and sweet.

"We should do this again," she whispered, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my chest.

"Tomorrow?"

"Tonight."

I kissed her forehead, laughing softly. "You're insatiable."

"Your fault," she murmured. "You made me this way."

We fell asleep there, naked and exhausted, and woke to the gray light of dawn filtering through the blinds. The massage studio was quiet, and Maya was already up, making coffee from a tiny machine in the corner.

"Coffee?" she asked, holding out a cup.

I took it, our fingers brushing. Her eyes were bright, and there was a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

"Thank you," I said.

¿Para qué?

"For trying something new with me."

She leaned in and kissed me, soft and slow. "Anytime, Daniel. Anytime."