Women Seeking Women #112

She pressed against him in the dark hotel room, their first meeting twelve years ago now a ghost between them. Skin sliding on skin. His cock slid into her, thick and hard, while her husband snored in the adjoining suite. He pinned her wrists above her head, breath hot against her neck. The clock showed 2:17 a.m. Every thrust went deeper. Her legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his back. She bit her lip to stay quiet but a moan slipped out anyway. He covered her mouth with his hand, fingers tasting of whiskey and smoke. Her body clenched around him, muscles trembling, the forbidden charge running through every nerve. They moved faster. The headboard knocked the wall. Sweat slicked between them. She came first, sharp and silent, back arching off the mattress. He followed seconds later, buried to the hilt, spilling inside her while her nails raked down his spine. They stayed locked together, breathing hard, neither willing to let go. Then the door handle rattled from the next room.