Women Seeking Women #120

He pinned me down, knees spread, and lined himself up. The head nudged inside, then he sank deeper in one thrust. Warmth flooded my belly. He caught my hip with one hand and set the pace, hips snapping quick, then slowing to grind. Each time he bottomed out, a small gasp tore loose from me. Sweat gathered at his collarbone, slipped down his chest, and caught the low light. I reached up, dragged a nail across his nipple, and felt him twitch. His thrusts sharpened, pace rising, the slap of skin sharp in the room. He bent, teeth catching my shoulder, then released with a low grunt. I clenched around him, chasing the edge, and when his fingers found my clit it only took a few circles before everything narrowed, peaked, and broke.