Women Seeking Women #107

They lay tangled, skin slick, breathing like it hurt. She still wore those boots, heels digging into the sheets every time he drove deeper. Hard, fast strokes that knocked the headboard loose and lit her nerves. Her wrist flexed under his grip, pinned against the mattress, knuckles white. Sweat slid down his spine and pooled where their bodies slapped together. The sound was crude. Wet. Raw. He buried his face against her throat, teeth finding skin, tongue tracing the flutter of her pulse. Her hips tilted up to meet him, chasing the edge like she wanted it to split her open. Mouths crashed. Breath stuttered. She hissed his name when he ground into the spot that made her legs shake. He didn’t slow. Didn’t let her hide. Another thrust, another whimper, another broken plea. She came with her back arched and nails raking his back, body clamping down like it could pull him under. He followed seconds later, pulsing deep inside her, vision going white at the edges. No softness, no speak. Just two animals panting in the half-light, already craving another round.