Women Seeking Women #76

He drove into her hard enough the headboard hammered the wall in steady beats. Every thrust dragged a grunt out of his chest while her legs locked around his waist, pulling him deeper, wet skin slapping wet skin. She ground against him, chasing the edge, breath breaking into short, filthy moans she tried to swallow. His hand pinned both her wrists above her head, knuckles white, the other gripping her thigh like he meant to leave bruises. "Harder," she hissed, and he gave it to her until the bedframe creaked like it might split. Sweat slicked the sheets. The smell of sex hung thick. She arched, teeth catching her own lip, and came with a sharp cry that turned into laughter, raw and shaky, like she knew they were already past the point of stopping.