Women Seeking Women #156

She stretched herself across the hotel bed, silk sheets sliding under her skin. He followed, mouth tracing the line of her collarbone, teeth grazing as they went. The air between them thickened, carrying the scent of his cologne and the salt on her skin. He cupped her breast, thumb circling the stiff nipple until she arched, breath sharp. She reached for his belt, fingers working the buckle, then his zipper. His cock slipped into her palm, already hard, twitching as she stroked from base to crown. He pushed her legs apart, thumb dragging over wet folds, finding her clit and pressing slow circles until she gasped. She pulled him close, guiding the head of his cock between her thighs. He thrust once, filling her, hips rolling deep and steady. The headboard knocked the wall in time with his rhythm, mattress creaking beneath them. Her nails bit into his shoulders. He caught her wrists, pinned them above her head, and drove harder, cock buried to the hilt each time. She met every stroke with her hips, the slap of skin against skin mixing with broken moans. Sweat gathered along his spine. When her climax broke, she clenched around him and cried out; he followed seconds later, burying himself and spilling inside her.