Women Seeking Women #27

She was on her back, legs open, and I had already buried myself inside her. The bedsheets were bunched tight in her fists. I rocked into her hard. Each thrust pushed her tits higher, made her breath hitch, gave me that wet slide all the way in. She kept whispering "yes," the word fraying on her tongue, over and over, like she couldn't find the end of it. Sweat shone on her collarbone. Her neck pulsed every time her head tipped back. I kept a steady pace, cock dragging against her walls, the head nudging that spot that made her choke on my name. The lamplight from the hallway cut across us in a stripe, catching her hipbone and her parted mouth. I pinned her wrists above her head and fucked her deeper. Her thighs shook around me. I could feel every squeeze, every greedy clench. She pulled at my shoulders, nails digging in, legs urging me closer, tighter. I angled my hips and slammed in again, skin smacking skin. Her eyes went glassy. The groan that tore out of her sounded almost grateful. She lifted her hips to meet me and I slammed back, pounding her until the headboard struck the wall in sharp, deliberate hits. Nothing else mattered.