Women Seeking Women #126 - Scene 3

He had already tasted her twice that winter morning. Now he drove harder, hips snapping with each thrust. She lay open beneath him on rumpled linen, legs parted wide. His cock slid in wet heat, slick from everything he had given her earlier. She reached down and felt where they joined, fingers brushing the thick base each time he buried himself. Sweat darkened his hairline. Her breast pressed to his chest, nipples tight and sore from his teeth. He shifted angles, went deeper. She clenched hard around him, a silent answer. A quick, wicked smile crossed his mouth before he covered hers again, stealing her next breath. The clock read February, but neither one checked. Outside, snow pressed against the glass. Inside, they moved like they had minutes, not hours, left.