Women Seeking Women #132

She was on the table by August '16 when the door opened and Marcus walked through. She spread her legs wider because the hinges didn't need another sound to sell them out. Marcus yanked her hips to the edge and pushed his face between her thighs until his tongue hit raw heat. He licked her slow at first like he wanted to taste the weeks they'd already stolen, then faster until every nerve she had arched toward his mouth. He sucked her clit, dragged his teeth, and she grabbed the table lip so hard it creaked. The papers scattered when he shoved the last folder off and stood to unzip. He drove into her hard enough to lift her heels from the floor. She bit her forearm to stay quiet while the legs of the table knocked the rhythm they never planned to keep secret. His belt buckle slapped her thigh with every thrust. He came with his teeth sunk into her shoulder and the locked door still not enough. She kept him inside until the tremors faded and the fear crept back in.