A FANtasy

She came on July 10th, 2015. Naked on the sheets, knees spread wide, she rubbed her clit in slow circles while he watched from the edge of the bed. Her fingers slipped lower, two of them sliding inside. The wet sound filled the room. He stood, unbuckled his belt, and freed his cock—thick, heavy, already hard. She looked at it and licked her lips, then arched her back and pushed her hips toward him, offering. He climbed between her thighs and dragged the head of his cock through her slick folds, once, twice, then pushed inside in one smooth thrust. She gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. He fucked her with steady, measured strokes, the bed creaking beneath them. Sweat gathered at the small of her back. He gripped her hips tighter and drove deeper, chasing the tight, fluttering clench of her cunt around him. She came first, thighs shaking, mouth open in a silent cry. He followed seconds later, pulsing hot and deep inside her before collapsing onto her chest, both of them breathless and spent.