Lesbian Seductions #24

The bedroom door clicked shut behind him on that cold January afternoon. Twelve days into the new year, twelve years ago. He pressed her against the wall, his mouth finding hers with that same hunger they'd carried for months. Her fingers worked his belt open while his hand slid under her blouse, cupping the weight of her breast, thumb circling the stiff peak through lace. She gasped when he pinched her nipple, sharp enough to make her knees buckle. Down went her skirt, then her panties, leaving her bare from the waist down. He dropped to his knees and spread her open with his thumbs, tasting her right there against the plaster—tongue flicking over swollen flesh, sucking her clit until her thighs trembled against his shoulders. She came hard, biting her fist to stay quiet, then hauled him up by his collar and freed his cock with frantic hands. He thrust into her in one smooth stroke, her back sliding against the wall with each roll of his hips. She wrapped her legs around him, heels digging into his ass, drawing him deeper. Sweat slicked their skin. The room filled with the wet sound of skin meeting skin, her low moans matching his rough breathing. When he came inside her, pulse after pulse, she held him tight, thighs quaking, breath hot against his neck. Neither of them spoke. They stayed there, locked together, letting the afternoon light catch on their damp bodies until the knock came at the door.