Women Seeking Women #50

His mouth finds her nipple through the thin silk. She arches, fists clenched in his hair, and that fabric's already soaked. His hand's working between her thighs, fingers dragging wet heat across her clit with no mercy, no buildup, just relentless rhythm. She gasps, thighs shaking, and he laughs low against her skin before biting down hard enough to mark. He pushes two fingers inside her without asking. She's dripping, slick coating his knuckles as he fucks her open, thumb still circling that swollen nub. "Jesus," she hisses, and he adds a third finger, stretching her, curling just right until her hips jerk and she swears again. He pulls back only to flip her onto her stomach, yanks her hips up, spreads her wide. His tongue drags through her folds from clit to asshole and back again, filthy, wet sounds filling the room. She pushes back against his face, greedy, and he groans into her, eating her like he's starved. Then he's standing, belt unbuckling, cock thick and flushed as he lines up. He slams in on one thrust, balls-deep, and she chokes on a moan that turns into a broken cry when he starts pounding. Each snap of his hips sends her forward, tits dragging over the sheets, and he's gripping her waist hard enough to bruise. "Fuck, yes," she spits out, voice ragged, and he leans over her back, bites her shoulder, fucks her harder. Sweat's slick between them. The wet slap of skin on skin. His balls hitting her clit with every brutal stroke. She reaches back, nails digging into his thigh, and he growls, snaps his hips faster until the headboard cracks against the wall and neither of them can breathe right anymore.