Women Seeking Women #120

She drops her trench coat like a secret on the floor, nothing underneath but heat and temptation. He drinks her in with raw hunger, skin pressed tight, every move deliberate, aching, slick. Her nails claw his back while he pins her wrists above her head, mouth hungry on her neck, then lower, taking her breast in his teeth, biting just enough. Sweat slides between them, skin slapping, her moans climbing, hips grinding down with need as his fingers slide inside her—slow, then rough—curling deep until her thighs shake. She bites his lip, tastes blood, whispers filthy commands in his ear, every word like a dare. He shoves her against the cool wall, lifts her up, her legs wrap around him, wet heat taking him in, gripping, urging him deeper. The light is dim, the room a mess, but nothing stops the rhythm they build, harder, faster, until the world tilts, broken sounds tearing from her throat and the mirror catches their wrecked bodies tangled, lost in the violence of wanting more, always more.