Women Seeking Women #107

She stepped back and let her coat slide from her shoulders. Light hit skin the way silk catches flame. Her nipples tightened at once. Wetness clung to the thin silk between her legs. He closed the distance, fingers finding her waist, thumbs pressing the small of her back. She arched. He dipped, mouth hot around one breast, tongue circling until she hissed. Fingers crept between her thighs and slipped inside with one easy stroke. She rocked against him. He opened his trousers. His cock stood thick, a bead of arousal caught at the tip. She wrapped her hand around it, lined him up, and sank down. No pause. Skin met skin. He filled her. She gasped, nails in his shoulders, the tight squeeze pulling a low sound from his throat. They found a rhythm quick and blunt. The table edge dug into her back. Sweat gathered where their bellies met. He thrust hard, shallow, deep again. Her breath went jagged. Inside, everything clenched. She came in quick pulses, a surprised cry slipping free. He followed, hips locked, cock pulsing, the heat spilling in thick surges. For one suspended moment neither moved. Then he exhaled against her neck, slow and spent.