Women Seeking Women #95 - Scene 1

They fucked that night like the world was burning down around them. She slid down onto him and didn't stop moving once she started, hips rolling in these slow, heavy circles that made his fingers dig into her skin. His hands mapped every inch of her, greedy and rough, pulling her closer like he could push right through her. They moved together hard and desperate, sweat-slicked and gasping, the sound of skin on skin filling the quiet room. She threw her head back and moaned through clenched teeth when he drove up into her, meeting every thrust like she needed to prove something. His mouth found her breast, teeth grazing the tight peak, and she clenched around him so hard it pulled a curse from his throat. They chased it fast and ugly—her riding him like she wanted to break something, him pounding up into her like he wanted to leave bruises. When she came she bit down on her lip until it bled, thighs shaking, nails carving half-moons into his chest. He followed right after, buried deep, groaning into the sweat-damp curve of her neck as he spilled inside her.