Women Seeking Women #103

The frame lingers on her as she straddles his hips, knees sinking into the duvet. She leans forward and lets her hair fall around his face like a curtain before she sinks down onto him, slow, inch by inch, until nothing remains between them. He groans low in his throat and grabs her ass with both hands, fingers digging deep enough to leave faint prints. She rises again and drops hard, once, twice, the slap of skin loud in the quiet room. Sweat gathers between her breasts. She reaches back and presses a single finger to his perineum, feeling the muscle flutter. Her hips roll in tight circles, grinding her clit against his pubic bone. He bucks up hard, burying himself deeper. She laughs under her breath, breathless, and starts riding him faster, the wet sound of it filling every pause. She leans down, teeth catching his earlobe, breath hot. "Don't stop," she whispers, voice ragged. He answers by thrusting harder, the bed creaking beneath them.