Road Queen #15

She pushes back with that natural hunger she keeps hidden. Her wet heat stretches around him, inch by inch, until he fills her completely and the surprise in her throat betrays how good it feels. He thrusts steady at first, giving her time to learn his rhythm before the need sharpens. She answers with wet, open-mouthed kisses pressed to his throat, each shiver starting from deep inside her. When she starts rolling her hips to meet him, the slap of skin turns louder, quicker. His fingers dig into her waist, steadying her as the sound of their fucking fills the room. She reaches between them, spreading her own slick over the place they meet, the heel of her hand brushing her clit with each stroke. He feels her tighten in that unmistakable rhythm, and he stays right there, hitting the spot that has her clenching like it’s the only thing she wants in the world. They ride it hard—her breath hitching, his name drawn out in a sharp exhale. By the time she breaks, he’s right behind her, spilling into her as she keeps shaking around him, both of them caught in that brief free fall after it hits and before it lets go.