Women Seeking Women #47 - Scene 1

He fucked her against the dripping alley brick, lips locking like it was the last sin left. Her thigh slid up his hip while his hand shoved aside soaked fabric and drove two thick fingers inside her. Wet heat pulsed around him, tight and greedy. She bit his lip until copper bloomed between their tongues. Neither spoke. Breath rasped loud against brick and skin. He worked his fingers deeper, crooked, dragging a shudder from her that rippled all the way to her chest. Rain hissed down their legs, but she only ground harder, chasing that throb, that lightning. His teeth found the tendon in her neck; she arched, nails dragging down the soaked linen clinging to his ribs. The growl that left him said more than words ever could. He hauled her up the wall until her spine scraped stone and her other leg locked around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back. One jerk, two, and he drove into her hard enough the brick rattled loose grit. She gasped, throat raw, but met every thrust, hips rolling slick and hungry. Streetlights bled across water, catching the slick sheen on her skin as he slammed her to him again and again, until pleasure cracked open like a fist on bone. They came together sharp and dirty, locked, shaking, rain pounding like accusation that neither of them cared to hear.