Women Seeking Women #61

She got in his lap like it was nothing. Back then. Her skirt bunched up. His thumb dug into her hip hard enough to mark. Mouths crashed. Breath hot. Wet. Her tongue curled against his teeth and the lamp bulb hummed overhead. She rocked once. Slow. Testing. Then again. Harder. Jeans scraped skin. Her fingers yanked at his belt while his hand slipped under fabric, found slick heat, made her twitch. He groaned low into her throat and she swallowed the sound like she was starving. A bead of sweat ran between her breasts. He chased it with his mouth. Caught her nipple between teeth. Bit down just enough to make her curse under her breath and grind down on his fingers. The wood table groaned too when she braced against it. No words left after that. Only the creak of leather, the slap of skin, the quiet desperate sounds they swallowed between clenched teeth. She came with her head thrown back and her nails drawing blood along his shoulders. He followed a beat later, teeth on her collarbone, body locking up, holding her tight enough to bruise.