Lesbian Legal #05

Avy presses Darryl against the wall. Her mouth finds his before words do. The divorce papers still sit on the counter, edges curling, the ink not even dry. They knock over a bottle of something expensive, neither of them caring. Her dress hits the floor fast. He grabs her ass, lifting her, her legs locking around him like she plans to stay there all night. She feels every ridge of him, every thrust driving deeper until the kitchen table starts to slide. Sweat mixes with leftover whiskey. Her nails carve lines down his back. He fucks her like the freedom just hit him, raw and hard and unplanned. She moans loud when he pins her wrists above her head. He doesn't ask. She doesn't tell him to stop. The night drags on in a blur of bodies colliding, sheets tangling, breath turning ragged, finishing half on the floor and half on the sofa with come smeared across her thigh. Darryl lights a cigarette one-handed, the smoke curling toward the ceiling while she kisses bruises into his neck.