Lesbian Triangles #20

She climbed into his lap like it belonged to her. Heat met heat. He pushed inside, inch by steady inch, until she had him to the root. The stretch, the slide—they both shuddered. Her nails dug into his shoulders. Hips rolled, slow, then greedy, the sound of slick skin ringing out between them. She found her rhythm. Sweat slid down her spine. He held her hips, thumbs pressing bruises into flesh, not to guide but to feel every clench and tremble. She bent to kiss him, open-mouthed, breathing his moans straight into her lungs. When she came, it hit hard. Head thrown back, thighs shaking, a low groan tearing from her throat as her walls gripped and fluttered. He followed seconds later, pulse after pulse, filling her, the rush unmistakable. They stayed locked together, breathing hard. The faint creak of the sofa under them the only sound left.