Women Seeking Women #34

Her hips roll back like she has done it a thousand times. I slip inside again without hesitation. The wet heat sucks me deeper, holds, then releases so slowly it drags a groan from my throat. White sand clings to her knees. The silk he had tied around her wrists now lies unknotted beside the faded hotel towel. She waits until I fill her completely, then meets the next thrust with one of her own, lazy and perfect. My hand slides down her spine to the dip above her ass. Fingertips dig. I hold her steady while I move faster, until every slap of skin sounds louder than the ocean. She turns her head and watches the tide creep closer to our bare feet.