Women Seeking Women #113

Her breath catches. Then she opens for me. I push inside. Inch after inch until my cock is buried to the hilt in her. Heat swallows me. She feels impossibly tight—tight like a velvet fist squeezing rhythmically. I pull out and slam back in. Hard enough to make the headboard rattle. Her nails dig into my back, leaving half-moons of fire. She wraps her legs around my waist and rocks up to meet every thrust. Each slick stroke forces a wet, obscene sound from between us. Sweat beads on her throat. I lick it away and taste salt and perfume. Her breasts bounce with the force of my rhythm, nipples tight and pink, brushing my chest with every grind. I slide a hand between us, find her swollen clit with my thumb, and rub slow circles while I fuck her harder. Her walls flutter, clamp down. A choked moan rips from her throat as she comes. I feel every spasm, every sweet, greedy squeeze. The sight of her losing control pulls me under. My balls draw up tight. I drive in to the root and fill her, pulse after pulse. We stay locked together, bodies twitching through the aftershocks. When my heart slows, I ease out. She lies open, flushed, glistening with my cum. A thin ribbon slips free and trails down the crease of her ass.