She came at me like a secret kept too long. July 5th, 2011—numbers burned into memory. Her dress clung like it wanted to confess everything. I shoved her against the wall, the heat off her skin sharp as a slap. I grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanked her head back, mouth on her throat. Tongue working the sweat from her collarbone. She bit my lip hard, wanted blood. I tasted copper, gave it back, teeth sinking low on her breast. Her nipple, stiff against my palm, I rolled it between rough fingers until she hissed through clenched teeth. Her legs hooked my hips. I forced two fingers between her thighs, found her wetter than sin, slid in deep. She clenched, tried to pull me under. I curled up, hit the spot that made her gasp, thighs shaking. She pulled my cock free, wrapped her hand around it, pumping like she meant to punish. I thrust between her fingers, wet with her, fucking the friction. She pressed the head against her slit, teasing, eyes daring me. I snapped my hips, buried myself, thrust until her spine arched like she’d snap. Sweat slicked our stomachs. Her nails raked my back, sharp as accusations. I drove harder, the slap of skin echoing. She whispered filthy filth in my ear—words raw enough to cut glass. I felt her spasm, legs locking, cunt pulsing like it meant to break me. I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. My own climax crashed through, hot, relentless, spilling deep as she dragged me under with her. The bedframe slammed the wall again, again, as we came undone. The night tasted like smoke and bad decisions. July 5th never let go.
She came at me like a secret kept too long. July 5th, 2011—numbers burned into memory. Her dress clung like it wanted to confess everything. I shoved her against the wall, the heat off her skin sharp as a slap. I grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanked her head back, mouth on her throat. Tongue working the sweat from her collarbone. She bit my lip hard, wanted blood. I tasted copper, gave it back, teeth sinking low on her breast. Her nipple, stiff against my palm, I rolled it between rough fingers until she hissed through clenched teeth. Her legs hooked my hips. I forced two fingers between her thighs, found her wetter than sin, slid in deep. She clenched, tried to pull me under. I curled up, hit the spot that made her gasp, thighs shaking. She pulled my cock free, wrapped her hand around it, pumping like she meant to punish. I thrust between her fingers, wet with her, fucking the friction. She pressed the head against her slit, teasing, eyes daring me. I snapped my hips, buried myself, thrust until her spine arched like she’d snap. Sweat slicked our stomachs. Her nails raked my back, sharp as accusations. I drove harder, the slap of skin echoing. She whispered filthy filth in my ear—words raw enough to cut glass. I felt her spasm, legs locking, cunt pulsing like it meant to break me. I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. My own climax crashed through, hot, relentless, spilling deep as she dragged me under with her. The bedframe slammed the wall again, again, as we came undone. The night tasted like smoke and bad decisions. July 5th never let go.
