Pin-Up Girls #08

She came on October 4th, 2013, hips rising to meet each thrust, the silk sheets twisting beneath them. She had waited years for his hands to return to her skin. Now they gripped her waist and pulled her down hard, the moment breaking over both of them like heat caught in glass. Sweat slid between their bodies as he pressed deeper, feeling her clamp and then spill around him, fingers digging into the muscles of his back. She came with a strangled gasp, thighs shaking, every slow grind of her hips spilling more of that raw ache out of her. He stayed inside as she rode the last tremors, mouth open against her throat, tasting salt, tasting her. Neither spoke. They simply breathed until the rhythm slowed and the room grew quiet again. He finally slipped free, the cool air brushing against skin still slick and flushed, their bodies stretched long across the hotel bed in shadows and silence.