Road Queen #19

Her hips rolled slow, then fast. Sweat slicked their bodies. She bit his shoulder to keep from moaning. Every thrust pushed her closer to the edge. Their eyes locked—her stare half threat, half invitation. "Again," she breathed against his ear. The headboard slammed the wall in time with them. Dirty talk tumbled out, low and raw. Her nails drew red lines across his back. He caught her wrists, pinned them above her head. She didn't fight it. She arched instead, begging with every curve and shiver. They hit the moment together. Hard, sudden, no room for anything but breath and heat. After, the silence felt heavier than what came before.