Women Seeking Women #81 - Scene 4

She had this birthmark. Small and dark, tucked right under the curve of her left breast where a bikini left its stripe in summer. Her pussy was slick and open when she pressed his fingers between her thighs. He kept her wrists above her head with one hand while two fingers sank into her cunt. She rocked against his palm, soaking the knuckle. His thumb dragged across her clit and she bit his neck, sharp teeth sending sparks down his spine. He slammed his mouth onto hers, tasting sweat and salt, tongue sliding deep. The front door still clicked shut behind them, neighbors maybe ten feet through thin drywall. Her nipple hardened under his shirt when she slid it off. He groaned when her thighs clamped his hips, held him still while her wetness ground along his cock through cotton boxers. She freed him with one hand, guided the head between her lips, then took him to the root in one long push. He bit her shoulder to keep from coming too fast. The couch creaked as he fucked her like the room was on fire. Sweat ran down his back. Her heels dug into his ass, heel marks that would bruise by morning. Her breath caught each time he bottomed out. The wet slap filled the small apartment faster than music could hide it. She came with her face buried in his neck, legs locked around his waist, pussy squeezing him so tight he grunted her name and followed, cock twitching as he emptied inside her.