Sunny Loves Matt - Part 3

I push her back against the headboard and climb into her lap, straddling her thighs. Our mouths meet, hot and open, tongues sliding together. She tastes like red wine and the salt from her own skin. She reaches between my legs and cups me through my lace thong, pressing her palm up and grinding circles against my clit. I moan into her mouth. I slide my own hand down her stomach, past the soft patch of trimmed hair, and slip two fingers inside her. She’s soaked, pulsing around me, and she breaks our kiss long enough to gasp my name before I swallow the sound again. Our rhythm builds fast—no teasing now. My fingers curl upward as she rolls her hips, riding them hard, while she yanks my thong aside and pushes hers in deep, stroking me with the same greedy pressure. Wet sounds fill the room. Skin on skin, our breathing growing ragged. She reaches up with her free hand and pinches my nipple, twisting just enough to make my cunt clench around her fingers. I answer by thumbing her clit faster, watching her eyes flutter, feeling the small pulses that signal she’s close. We come almost at once—sharp, breathy cries, thighs trembling around each other’s wrists, slick coating our knuckles as we press in as deep as we can go.