Seduction Principles Season 4, Episode 15

Seduction Snack

Alyssa Bounty & Renato

The afternoon has settled into the room. Alyssa is on the sofa with a book open across her lap, though she has not turned a page in some time. Renato is beside her, close enough that the warmth of him reaches her arm. She lets the book slip. A fingertip finds the line of his wrist, then the open collar of his shirt, as if she is only asking whether he is still reading.

She is not. Something sweet is between them — a glaze, a piece of fruit, the slow shine of it on her mouth. She offers it, then takes it back with a kiss, sugar catching at the corner of his lip. The kiss deepens. The book closes. Her hand slides into his hair. His answers at her waist, drawing her across his lap until the sofa holds both of them and the room narrows to breath and the soft sound of fabric giving way.

Clothes loosen, then fall. She guides him down, and he goes willingly, mouth tracing the inside of her thigh, lingering until her head tips back against the cushion and her fingers tighten in his hair. When she can bear the waiting no longer she draws him up, kisses the taste of herself from his mouth, and sinks to her knees between his. Her hands are sure. Her mouth is unhurried. He watches her as if the afternoon has stopped.

They do not finish there. She leads him to the bed, sheets cool against heated skin, and he follows her down. Missionary, close, her legs around him, his forehead against hers. The pace is deep and steady, kisses broken only for a caught breath, her name and his lost between them until the rhythm breaks and they hold still, trembling, the book forgotten on the sofa.

Broken AC

Ivi Rein & Josh Jo

The air in the room is too warm. The unit in the window has given up, and the heat sits on the skin. Ivi is on the sofa in very little, a glass of ice sweating beside her. Josh joins her. She lifts a cube, lets it melt against her lower lip, then offers it to his mouth. The cold is a shock. The kiss that follows is not.

She draws the ice along his throat, over the open of his shirt, laughing softly when he flinches and pulls her closer anyway. Clothes come away between kisses. The cube travels lower, over her collarbone, the curve of her breast, a bright line of water that he follows with his mouth until the ice is gone and only heat remains. He eases her back on the sofa and goes down, patient, thorough, her thighs parting for him, one hand in his hair, the other braced on the cushion.

She returns the favour. On her knees, or drawn over him, her mouth slow and devoted, eyes lifting to his when she can. The heat of the room makes every touch feel closer. When he can wait no longer he turns her, lays her along the sofa, and takes her from behind, bodies fitted, his chest to her back, one arm around her waist. The rhythm builds. She reaches back for him. He stays with her until the edge takes him, and he finishes inside her, holding her there while the room stays warm and the broken unit ticks uselessly in the window.