Women Seeking Women #121

She pushed back against him, sweat slick between her shoulder blades. He drove deeper, the sound of skin on skin filling the small room, wet and rhythmic. Every thrust pulled a broken sound from her throat. Her fingers dug into the sheets. The headboard knocked once, twice, against the wall. She reached back and grabbed his hip, nails biting in, urging him harder, faster. He grunted and gave it to her, pace quickening until nothing existed but heat and motion and the slick slide of him inside her.