Women Seeking Women #117

He touches the curve of her hip and the bra slips off her shoulder. Her nipple peaks under his fingers, already tight. She opens her mouth against his neck and breathes in. Sweat and something sweeter, maybe vanilla, reaches him. His jeans press against the zipper; he frees himself, grabs the base, strokes once. The silicone bottle snaps open. He works the lube down his shaft, thumb sliding over the head while the slick heat pools around his fingers. She watches from the pillow, eyes half-closed, fingers playing over the damp seam between her thighs. When he kneels, she shifts her knees wider, offers the invitation with a small lift of her hips. His thumb drags along her entrance, tests the heat, stretches the skin gently. They both hear the wet sound when he enters the second finger. The breath she takes matches the slide. Her muscles tighten, pull, open again. Once fully inside her he pauses, lets the feeling race up his spine. Then he starts to move. Short strokes first, then deeper, each one angled until a moan leaves her mouth she doesn’t expect. Their pace matches soon enough, steady, hard. Sweat beads at the hollow of her throat. He catches it with his tongue, hips snapping until the sheets catch under his knees. Light reflected from the window travels across her stomach every time she arches to meet him. The rhythm moves toward release; neither of them slow down when it arrives.