Women Seeking Women #90

She came like a summer storm—sudden, sharp, impossible to ignore. And when it hit, you didn’t flinch. You stood in it. Let it soak through. Her hips rolled slow, then faster, the kind of rhythm that makes skin hum. He met each thrust with a sound from deep in his chest, low and drawn-out. Their mouths met again, wet and open, tongues sliding like they had hours to spend and nowhere else to be. Sweat cooled on her back where his hands gripped tight. She broke the kiss to breathe and laughed, breathless, before biting down on his shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. He answered with a curse that melted into a moan. She clenched around him, teasing. He pushed back harder, forcing a cry out of her that sounded like surrender and victory at once.