Women Seeking Women #39 - Scene 2

He’d thrust into her hard and fast, sweat glistening on both their bodies as they fucked like they might die without it. The motion knocked half-formed words from her throat and it sounded like rough music. She rode him deeper with each snap of his hips, legs wrapped tight, nails digging half moons into the muscle of his back. He had her knees pinned back to her shoulders and the headboard smacked the wall in time with their breath, counting off a brutal, delicious rhythm. No space to think. Only heat, friction, the wet, steady slide of him inside her, the creak of the mattress under them. She felt herself break and come apart, legs shaking, the long drawn-out gasp that left her helpless, pressed there, pinned under the weight of his body.