Women Seeking Women #67

October 8, 2010. She wore a red dress the color of a fresh bite. It clung to her breasts and hips, barely containing them. When she moved, the fabric stroked her skin the way she wanted to be touched later. He watched her thighs flash under the slit with every step. They talked over drinks, but his eyes kept dropping to the way her lips wrapped around the rim of her glass. She noticed. Smiled. Her foot found his under the table and pressed between his legs, slow and deliberate. Heat flared low in his stomach. He paid the bill without tasting his drink. Back at his apartment, the red dress came off in one smooth pull. Underneath she was bare except for the damp lace between her legs. He ran his hands down the curve of her waist, then lower, feeling the wet heat already soaking through. She dropped to her knees and freed him with steady fingers. Her tongue traced a slow, wet line from base to tip. When she took him deep, the tight wet suction pulled a raw sound from his chest. He pulled her up, spun her, bent her over the edge of the bed. He slid the lace aside and sank into her from behind, one long thrust that made her breath catch. She pushed back, taking every inch. Sweat gathered between her shoulder blades as he gripped her hips and drove into her harder. Each slap of skin echoed. She clenched around him with every stroke until her knees trembled and her voice broke into short, desperate cries. He came with a low groan, emptying into her in hot pulses while she shuddered under him.