Women Seeking Women #01 - Remastered

The silk caught on the small of her back, then slid. She pushed his shirt from his shoulders and bit down, tasting salt. He answered with his mouth at the hollow of her throat, sucking until she arched. Her dress already lay on the floor, forgotten; his belt landed somewhere past the lamp. She climbed into his lap, knees bracketing his hips, and sank onto him in one slow drop. He held her there, hands spread over her ass, feeling her pulse tighten around him. Neither moved for a breath. Then she rolled her hips forward and heard the sound he made, a low fracture in his chest. She did it again. The lamp flickered, painting shadows across her ribs and the sharp line of his collarbone. She came with her teeth in his shoulder. He followed seconds later, fingers leaving bruises that would bloom like ink by morning.