Women Seeking Women #43

They fucked like it had been years instead of weeks. Her hands dug into his shoulders while he pinned her wrists above her head, breath hot against her neck. Sweat ran between her breasts. She arched when he pushed deeper, legs trembling around his waist. He watched every flicker across her face, eyes half-lidded, mouth open. No words, just the wet sound of skin meeting skin and her quiet, broken sounds. When he finally let her hands go she grabbed his hair, pulled him down, kissed him like she wanted to bruise his mouth. They moved together faster, harder, chasing something they both needed. She came first, shuddering under him, nails scoring his back, and he followed right after, hips stuttering, teeth on her collarbone. Afterward they lay tangled, breathing hard, neither wanting to move.