Women Seeking Women #156

They fucked on the floor that night like they’d waited too long already. Skin slapped. Sweat ran down the dip of her back. Her breath hitched every time he pushed in hard. She didn’t care that they left the lights on or that the air conditioning kicked on above them. The camera was still blinking red in the corner. He didn’t stop moving. She gripped his wrists, nails cutting in. He bit her shoulder and she laughed, sharp and low. The clock said midnight. They kept going anyway. He moved like he wanted to ruin her, like slowing down wasn’t an option. She met him halfway, hips rolling, back arching. Nothing stayed clean. Sheets twisted. A glass fell off the table and broke. Neither of them looked at it. Just heat and friction and the low sound of something neither would walk away from unscathed.