Burgundy Satin, Dripping
Like always, Chen had Alex over for a casual dinner.
Alex arrived at eight sharp, bottle of red wine in hand, smile easy and unreadable.
When Wei opened the door, their eyes locked for a fraction longer than necessary.
She was wearing it again.
The same burgundy satin slip dress—ultra-short, thin straps, glossy fabric clinging to every curve like liquid sin.
The high slits parted with every step, offering dangerous glimpses of smooth skin.
Wei felt the heat of his stare like a physical touch. She turned away quickly, leading him inside, but her pulse was already racing.
He knows. He knows exactly what this dress means tonight.
Dinner was quiet at first—Chen at the head of the table, Alex across from Wei, the clink of cutlery and polite conversation filling the air.
But every time Wei leaned forward to refill Chen’s glass, she let her fingers linger on the bottle just long enough to tip in another measured dose of crushed pills—colorless, tasteless, relentless.
Drink up, darling,
She thought, smiling sweetly at her husband.
Sleep deep tonight. I have plans.**
Alex watched every move.
Their eyes met across the table again and again—loaded, burning glances that lasted only seconds but felt like minutes.
Each time, Wei felt a fresh rush of wetness between her thighs, the satin growing damper against her bare skin.
Alex raised his glass more often than usual, voice calm and persuasive. “To a successful year, Chen—one more toast.”
Chen laughed, oblivious, accepting every pour.
By the tenth glass, his words began to slur. By the twelfth, his head nodded forward.
Finally, with a heavy sigh, Chen slumped face-down onto the table, arms splayed, breathing slow and even.
The room fell silent except for the faint hum of the city outside.
Alex set his glass down carefully.
Wei’s heart thundered in her chest.
Chen remained slumped at the table, his head resting on folded arms, breathing deep and even, completely lost to the world.
Wei stayed seated, her hands folded in her lap, the short burgundy satin dress riding high on her thighs.
She didn’t move. Didn’t dare breathe too loudly.
The air in the dining room felt thick, charged, waiting.
Alex rose silently from his chair.
He moved behind her—no rush, no sound except the soft brush of his shoes on the marble floor.
When he reached her, he stopped directly at her back.
His hand lifted first to her hair.
Fingers threaded gently through the dark strands, gathering a loose lock and letting it slide slowly over his knuckles.
He leaned in just enough for his face to hover near the crown of her head, inhaling the warm jasmine scent that rose from her scalp and skin.
"Wei... you smells like sin… like everything I’ve been craving.”
Wei’s breath caught. The simple touch sent a shiver down her spine, straight to her core.
His fingertips traced downward, following the curve of her hair until they reached her ear.
He brushed the outer shell lightly—barely there—then circled the lobe with deliberate slowness.
He knew. He’d learned last night how sensitive her ears were, how the lightest stroke made her melt.
He’s barely touching me and I’m already soaking… my thighs are slick, pussy throbbing for more.
The teasing continued—thumb grazing the delicate skin just behind her ear, index finger tracing the rim.
Her head tilted instinctively into his hand, seeking more pressure.
Alex’s touch drifted lower, fingertips gliding along the column of her neck, feeling the frantic beat of her pulse.
He outlined her jaw, then lifted her chin slightly with one finger, tilting her face upward.
His index finger brushed across her lower lip, slow and possessive.
Wei parted her lips without thinking, drawing his index finger inside.
She closed around it, tongue swirling softly, sucking with deliberate, hungry pulls—exactly the way she wanted to take his cock.
Her eyes opened, heavy-lidded and dark with raw invitation, locked upward at him.
Feel that? That’s how I’ll suck you later… slow and deep until you can’t take it.
Alex’s breath hitched.
She felt it—the hard line of his erection pressing against the back of her shoulder through his trousers, thick and insistent.
He shifted his hips just enough to drag it along the satin covering her upper back, letting her feel every rigid inch.
He’s so hard already… just from this. I want that cock in my mouth, down my throat, then buried inside me until I can’t think.
Wei sucked harder on his index finger, cheeks hollowing, tongue flicking the pad in teasing circles.
A low, almost inaudible groan rumbled in Alex’s chest.
The room was silent except for the wet sounds of her mouth on his finger and Chen’s distant, oblivious snores.
Neither of them looked away from the other.
The night had only just begun.
Alex’s breath grew heavier against her hair as Wei’s tongue swirled deliberately around his index finger, her cheeks hollowing with slow, deliberate suction.
The wet sounds of her mouth filled the quiet room, mingling with Chen’s distant snores like some obscene lullaby.
He’s getting harder… I can feel it pressing against my shoulder. Just from my mouth on his finger. God, I want the real thing down my throat.
He drew his index finger out slowly, glistening from her lips, and let his hand trail downward.
His palm slid over the glossy satin covering her chest, cupping one full breast through the thin fabric.
Even through the layer, he could feel the weight of her, the way her nipple had already hardened into a tight peak, pressing insistently against his hand.
Wei’s back arched slightly into his touch, a soft whimper escaping her throat.
Finally... touching my tits. Feel how hard they are for you? They’ve been like this all night, aching for your hands, your mouth.
His other hand joined, both now kneading her breasts gently but firmly through the dress, fingers teasing her nipples in tandem until the satin was damp not just from sweat but from the friction.
Pinch them harder… twist them… make me hurt so good I’ll feel it tomorrow when I’m pouring Chen’s coffee and pretending I’m still his perfect wife.
Then, with deliberate slowness, he hooked his fingers under the thin spaghetti straps.
One gentle tug on the left, then the right.
The straps slid down her shoulders and arms with a whisper, the burgundy satin catching briefly on her hardened nipples before giving way.
The top of the dress peeled down, baring her breasts completely to the cool air.
Alex’s hands returned immediately, skin on skin this time—warm palms cupping her bare flesh, fingers rolling and lightly pinching her erect nipples until they throbbed deliciously.
Wei’s head fell back against his shoulder, eyes still closed, lips parted in a silent gasp.
Fuck yes… bare skin, finally. Pinch them harder—make them swell for you.
I want to look in the mirror tomorrow and see your marks on me while Chen’s still snoring.
His mouth found the curve of her neck just below her ear, lips brushing the sensitive spot he’d discovered earlier, while his hands continued their slow, possessive worship of her breasts.
He’s tasting me… feeling how full and heavy they are in his hands.
I’m so wet it’s dripping down my thighs.
If he slides one hand lower he’ll feel how ready I am to take him right here on this table.
The satin pooled at her waist now, forgotten.
Chen’s snores continued, steady and unaware, mere feet away.
But in the space between Wei and Alex, the air burned.
Keep going… don’t stop...
Alex’s hands lingered on her bare breasts, palms warm and possessive, fingers circling her hardened nipples with slow, deliberate pressure that made them ache in the most exquisite way.
Wei’s breath came in shallow, uneven gasps, her body arching into his touch.
Don’t stop… keep going lower…
One hand finally obeyed her silent plea, sliding down the curve of her ribcage, over the bunched satin at her waist, until his fingers brushed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
He traced upward, teasing, until he reached the damp heat between her legs.
Even through the thin layer of satin that still clung to her hips, he could feel how soaked she was—the fabric slick and warm, clinging transparently to her folds.
He pressed gently, rubbing in slow circles over her most sensitive spot, but never quite pushing the fabric aside, never giving her the deeper touch she craved.
Wei’s hips jerked forward involuntarily, seeking more.
Please… slide it aside… push your fingers inside me… I’m so wet for you I’m dripping… I can’t take this teasing anymore…
Alex leaned in, lips brushing the curve of her neck, then lower, to the spot just below her ear.
His voice was a low, controlled murmur against her skin.
“Quiet… he’s right there.”
His teeth grazed her earlobe lightly, then nipped—sharp enough to make her whole body shudder, a fresh rush of wetness flooding between her thighs.
Do that again… bite me, mark me… I don’t care if he wakes up, I just need more…
The restraint snapped.
Alex’s hand left her breast and slid downward with purpose, slipping beneath the bunched burgundy satin at her waist.
His fingers brushed bare skin immediately—no barrier, no lace, nothing.
He froze for a heartbeat, realization hitting him like a spark.
Wei felt the exact moment he understood.
Yes… I didn’t wear anything tonight. I wanted you to find me like this—ready, dripping, waiting for you.
Without a word, he helped her stand, guiding her trembling legs away from the chair.
Wei leaned heavily on him, her body still humming, thighs slick and quivering.
He’s holding me up… I can barely stand…
Alex turned her gently, backing her toward the nearby kitchen counter just beyond the dining area—cool marble surface, dim overhead light casting long shadows.
His hands moved to the bunched satin at her waist, pushing the dress downward in one smooth motion.
The burgundy fabric whispered down her hips and thighs, pooling at her feet.
She was completely naked now.
Alex’s gaze raked over her—confirming what he already knew.
Nothing underneath. Not a single thread.
He’s looking at me… really seeing me… all of me, bare and dripping for him…
Wei’s breath hitched as he stepped closer, pressing her back against the edge of the cool marble counter.
The cold surface against her heated skin made her gasp, nipples tightening further.
He nudged her feet apart with his feet—gentle but insistent—until her legs were spread wide, thighs trembling visibly.
Open for him… completely exposed…
One hand slid between her legs without hesitation. His fingers parted her slick folds, gliding through the abundant wetness that still coated her.
He started slowly—circling her swollen clit with the same teasing pressure as before, then rubbing more firmly, feeling her jerk and clench at every stroke.
Wei’s head fell back, eyes squeezed shut, lips parted in silent pleas.
Touch me… right there… I’m already so close again…
Fresh arousal welled up immediately, a slow trickle turning into steady drops that slid down her inner thighs and dripped onto the marble below—audible in the quiet room, obscene and undeniable.
His fingers moved faster, two slipping inside her once more, curling and thrusting while his fingers worked her clit in tight, relentless circles.
Wei’s legs shook harder, knees buckling inward only to be held open by his body pressed against her side.
It’s dripping… I can feel it falling… I’m so wet it’s embarrassing… but I can’t stop…
The pleasure coiled viciously fast.
Her hips bucked forward into his hand, chasing the pressure. Thighs quivered uncontrollably, muscles tensing as the wave built higher, higher—
The orgasm hit like a storm.
Her entire body convulsed—legs shaking violently, a sharp cry escaping before she bit her own lip to muffle it.
Inner walls clamped around his fingers in fierce pulses, more wetness flooding out, dripping steadily down her legs and onto the counter edge.
Wei went limp, knees finally giving out completely.
Alex caught her instantly, wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her trembling, sweat-slicked body against his chest.
She sagged into him, head lolling against his shoulder, breath coming in ragged pants, aftershocks still rippling through her.
He held me through it… caught me when I fell apart… I’ve never come this hard… and he hasn’t even been inside me yet…
His lips brushed her temple, voice low and rough.
Wei could only manage a shaky nod, arms wrapping weakly around his neck.
She was his now—utterly, completely.
His lips brushed her temple, voice low and rough.
“I want to taste you,”
He murmured against her skin, the words sending a fresh shiver through her exhausted body.
“All of you. Right now.”
Wei could only manage a shaky nod, arms wrapping weakly around his neck. She was his now—utterly, completely.
He’s not done with me… I can barely stand and he still wants more…
Alex didn’t give her time to recover.
His hands slid under her thighs, lifting her effortlessly onto the cool marble counter.
The sudden contact with the cold surface made her gasp, but he was already pushing her knees apart, spreading her wide, opening her completely to him.
Wei’s breath hitched as he dropped to his knees between her legs, his broad shoulders forcing her thighs even further open.
His hands gripped the backs of her thighs, holding her in place as his mouth descended.
The first touch of his lips on her swollen folds drew a broken moan from her throat.
He kissed her there softly at first—almost reverent—then parted her with his tongue, tasting the slick evidence of her earlier climax.
Oh God… his mouth on me… licking up everything he made me spill…
He groaned against her, the vibration making her hips jerk.
“You taste so fucking good,”
He said, voice muffled as he sucked gently on her outer lips, drawing them into his mouth one by one.
“Sweet and filthy… all mine.”
His tongue circled her entrance, teasing, then pushed inside—slow, deliberate licks that gathered her wetness and made obscene, wet sounds in the quiet kitchen.
He’s drinking me… tongue fucking me… I’m already dripping again…
Alex lifted his head just long enough to meet her eyes, lips glistening with her arousal.
“Delicious,”
He rasped, before burying his face again—tongue lapping hungrily at her entrance, nose brushing her clit with every motion.
He alternated—long licks from bottom to top, then focusing on her clit with tight, sucking pulls that made her thighs quake around his head.
Wei’s hips began to roll helplessly, chasing his mouth.
I just came so hard on his fingers… everything down there is still throbbing, swollen, so fucking sensitive… and now his tongue is on me… I can’t… it’s too much…
Alex’s mouth was relentless, lips sealing around her clit with soft, sucking pulls that sent electric shocks through her oversensitive nerves.
Every flick of his tongue felt like fire—too intense, too soon after her first climax.
Wei’s entire body jerked, thighs trying to close instinctively, but his strong hands held them wide open.
Oh God… I’m too sensitive… every lick is like lightning straight to my core…
I’m going to come again… from his tongue alone… he’s going to make me flood his mouth… I can’t hold it…
He groaned against her, the vibration making her cry out softly.
His tongue delved lower, lapping at her entrance, drinking the fresh rush of arousal that poured out with every stroke. Her hips bucked uncontrollably, hands fisting in his hair—not pushing him away, but pulling him closer even as the pleasure bordered on unbearable.
I’m losing it… my whole body is on fire… every nerve is screaming…
I’m going to come again… from his tongue alone… he’s going to make me flood his mouth…
The second orgasm built even faster than the first, coiling viciously tight in her oversensitive core.
When it broke, it was devastating.
Wei’s back arched off the counter, a strangled cry tearing from her throat as her body convulsed.
She shattered.
A sharp cry tore from her throat as her hips bucked against his face, thighs clamping around his head.
Waves of pleasure pulsed through her, hot liquid gushing against his tongue as she came undone a second time.
Alex didn’t stop—licked her gently through every aftershock until she was trembling, oversensitive, pushing weakly at his shoulders.
Only then did he pull back, lips and chin slick with her, eyes dark with satisfaction.
He rose slowly, pressing a soft, filthy kiss to her inner thigh before standing between her spread legs.
Wei slumped forward into his chest, boneless and breathless, arms looping loosely around his neck.
She was utterly spent.
And still, she knew this was only the beginning.
To be continued…