Women Seeking Women #109

He came home dripping wet from the downpour. She did not wait for his jacket to hit the floor. Her lips crushed his, tongue pushing past his teeth before he could speak. The keys slipped from his fingers and struck the wood. Water ran from his shirt onto her bare feet. She tasted rainwater and the faint heat of whiskey on his tongue. With one hand she yanked the buttons open at his throat. With the other she pressed against the front of his trousers, feeling the hard shape already trapped inside. "Shower can wait," she whispered against his ear. He answered only with the rough grip he took on her hip, fingers digging in hard enough to leave an ache for morning. She sank to her knees right there in the hallway, metal teeth of his zipper parting with one smooth pull. Raindrops slid down his stomach and cooled the flushed skin where her tongue traced the line below his navel. He smelled like wet leather and warm skin. She freed him, heavy and flushed in her palm, and wrapped her lips around him without ceremony, sucking slow and deep until her jaw ached. His hand found her hair, curling tight, guiding her in a steady rhythm that matched the drumming of rain against the window. When she finally stood he dragged her backward into the living room, shoved the cushions from the couch with one sweep, and lowered her onto her back. His trousers barely reached his knees before he climbed between her open thighs. She yanked her shirt up over her head. He licked a path across her breast, tongue swirling tight circles until the tip grew hard against his mouth. Her hips rose to meet him, seeking pressure. He slid two fingers inside her first, working her open, then replaced them with the blunt weight of his cock. He pushed in slow until her back arched clear off the cushions, then withdrew and drove in again, harder, wet sounds filling the space between them. Their pace turned sharp. She wrapped one calf behind his thigh, dragging him deeper. His hand curved under her ass, tilting her until every thrust met the exact angle that made her swear and grip his shoulders. Sweat mixed with rain on his chest. The couch creaked under their weight. She came with her teeth pressed to his shoulder, body shaking around him. He followed soon after, groaning into the soft hollow at the base of her throat, hips stuttering once, twice, before he collapsed against her. The storm continued outside. They stayed like that, half-undressed and breathless, rain still dripping from his hair onto her collarbone.