Women Seeking Women #72

She sank onto him in one slow, deliberate slide. Their bodies met. He filled her completely. She began to move, hips rolling forward and back with steady purpose. Each thrust pulled a soft sound from her throat. Her breath came shorter now, tighter. She held his gaze without mercy, eyes half-lidded and dark. Sweat gathered at the small of her back. The slide of skin against skin grew slick, almost noisy. She changed rhythm, grinding down in tight circles, taking what she wanted. He pressed up to meet her, matching the pace without asking for permission. Her thighs tensed around his hips. Every movement dragged pleasure into her core, building it thicker, heavier. The air between them felt scorched. She leaned in, mouth brushing his ear, and rode him harder, faster, until the room contained nothing but the wet, insistent sound of their bodies meeting.