Women Seeking Women #132

She rides him with a steady hunger, hips rolling in a slow, deliberate grind. Skin slides against skin, hot and damp. Every motion pulls him deeper, her thighs flexing as she takes what she wants. His hands grip her waist, fingers pressing hard enough to leave marks. The bed creaks beneath them, the rhythm turning sharper, more insistent. Sweat pools at the base of her spine. He watches her face tighten with pleasure, lips parted, breath ragged. She leans back, taking him even deeper, and the angle pulls a low, broken sound from his throat. The air thickens, heavy with the wet slap of bodies and the low, animal growl of need. Neither speaks. They don’t need to. The pace picks up until the final, ragged thrust holds them there—shaking, spent, locked together in the dark.