Women Seeking Women #116

He had her pinned against cold brick before the rain even hit the ground. April 17th, 2015. Rain-slick alley and she kept pushing back for more like she didn't care who saw. His mouth tasted like cigarettes and something she shouldn't want but couldn't stop chasing. She spread her legs wider when his hands shoved under her dress, rough and greedy. Wet fabric. Hot skin. The way he shoved two fingers in and fucked them hard while his thumb circled her clit like he owned every beat of pleasure that hit her. She bit his shoulder hard enough to leave marks. He growled and ground against her thigh, thick and throbbing through soaked denim. People walked past the mouth of the alley. Cars splashed past. He kept her right there with his body and drove into her with a dirty kind of need that didn't ask permission. When she came it felt like breaking open, shaking and wet down his fingers while she moaned like she hated herself for needing it this much.