Women Seeking Women #79

She had reached that point. The one where she could no longer go back. Her legs spread wider. She arched, back pressing into the mattress, skin flushed and damp. Every thrust landed deep, rocking her toward the edge. His hands gripped her hips, kept her open, made her take it all. He fucked her like he knew every inch already. Like he owned the sounds she made. She cursed his name and begged in the same breath. Her climax hit fast. Her thighs shook. She came around him in hot, wet pulses, breath caught in her chest. He stayed inside her, slowed his pace, drew it out. Her hands fisted the sheets. She felt every twitch, every slow drag. The heat between them clung to her skin. Neither of them moved. They just breathed.